It's Sunday afternoon in Cinncinnati
It's 1951, the Reds are batting
It's one of those days where all the people are out

Paddy Paddington's just won the town award
For her famous pies, she's in the paper
And all of the children are dying to try

The line is out the door and Sally's in her Sunday best
Max is in his overalls, and he's just made a mess
And just before she screams

We're here to make you smile
We hope you stay awhile
We're Paddy Paddington's bakershop boys
We're Paddy Paddington's bakershop boys

Back behind the smoke stacks in Avondale
Paddy's pulling pies from the oven
Nobody knows how she makes them so fine

But little does she know of the spies they've sent
Straight from Chesterfields, her rival bakery
It won't be too long before her secret is out

The line is out the door and Paddy's so perplexed
Chesterfield's new pies claim to be the best
And just before she screams

We're here to make you smile
We hope you stay awhile
We're Chesterfield's bakershop boys
We're Chesterfield's bakershop boys

Paddy's packing up all her pans into a box
Chesterfield is packing too
The French have come to down
Chef Jean George has marked his ground
Freedom pies don't compare

Je se kuh too enfree
Eel yah la dansay gui
On doo petoo depardieu bishon fris
On doo petoo depardieu bishon crepes!

Words And Music By Casey Shea And Derek James.  All Rights Reserved.