Brioche Actually
by The Cow Exchange featuring Puce

VERSE

Headin' into the bakery
Tryin' to find my favorite pastries
Most are gone, guess they marked the doughnuts down

The clerk stands two feet from my face
Says if I give'em some dough he'll let me eat cake
He hoards the stock when the boss is not around
--- but i'm not givin' in, I'll have


CHORUS

Brioche, actually
I see some hiding up your sleeve
Get me right, don't give me grief, give me..
Brioche actually


VERSE

Thinks he knows just what i need
But i'm through with the other white wheat
Doesn't know which side his bread's buttered on

I explained it's a french recipe
You're the vendor, don't patronize me
He said "we only serve freedom rolls HERE, son"
--- but it's called


CHORUS

Brioche, actually
Your dialect is so 2003
Get it right, don't give me grief, give me..
Brioche actually


RAP (Feat. Rapmasta' Puce)

When I can’t eat brioche, well I stomp on the ground like Yoshi
‘cause it’s insides are so cozy, not like them nasty hoagies.
I gotta meet it at its loki, gonna go adopt up all of its cronies
I guard brioche closely, I ain’t one of them pokey goalies

I serve a nosebleed smokescreen to earn my doughy trophy
And I hug it until it’s moldy, then I swallow up the whole thing
When it’s gone I feel lonely, like someone stole my pony
Baker bread-jockey, brew a batch to my teeth, for my relief


LV: breeeoshee?
R: breeoooshee, it's hexamatic pentameeter
LV: hexa..what?
S&M: word problems


CHORUS

It's brioche actually
Time to improve your orthoepy
Get it right, don't give me grief
Brioche actually