Ummmmm,

My first entry

SAM THE BUN

Sam's gone shopping, it's time for his tea
He wonders through the aisles to see what he can see
Bread and cakes and biscuits are fine for you and me
But Sam has got a passion, he cannot let them be

Chorus
Squeeze Sam squeeze
That icing feels so sticky
Squeeze Sam Squeeze
It's better than a quicky
Squeeze Sam squeeze
Your wife has turned away
Grab a feel of warm soft cake
You've got the hots today

Sam's wife she hollers from till twenty-three
Its 'come along now Sam, wherever can you be?'
'What a cheek you've got, acting like you're free?
Stand up straight and look sharp and carry the bags for me!

Chorus

Sam he dreams of currant buns, of pastry and of cakes
Of cinnamon spice (and all things nice), and the pleasure a biscuit makes
But once he thinks of cream cakes, he smiles a lustful smile
He can't wait 'til the next time he's alone with his aisle

Chorus

Sam he had been this way for a year or maybe three
He thought them unsuspecting, that 'no-one notices me'
But little did he realise, the cameras were in store
They'd captured him in action on aisle forty-four.

Chorus

Sam's passion is all wasted, it's not the same, not now.
His love affair with beloved buns, it's all gone stale somehow.
His wife can't understand him, the neighbours laugh and jeer.
They show the film of his passions at his in-laws, once a year.