Your story's sad to tell,
A mid-age ne'er do well,
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block!
Your future's so unclear now,
What's left of your career now?
Can't even get a trade in on your cake!
Angels: (La lalala lalala lalala...)
Icing school dropout,
No graduation day for slub.
Icing school dropout,
Missed your midterms and flunked flat-top!
Well at least you could have taken time, to wash and clean
your tips up,
After spending all that dough to help you fix the purple mess-up!
Baby get moving (Baby get movin),
Why keep your feeble hopes alive?
What are you proving (What are you provin)?
You've got the dream but not the drive.
If you go for your diploma, you could join a fondant club.
Turn in your piping bag and go back to the pub!
Icing school dropout (Icing school dropout),
Hanging around the corner store.
Icing school dropout (Icing school dropout),
It's about time you knew the score.
Well they couldn't teach you anything,
You think you're such a icer,
But no customer would go to you unless she wants an eye-sore!
Baby don't sweat it (Don't sweat it),
You're not cut out to hold a job.
Better forget it (Forget it),
Who wants their cake done by a slub?
Now your flowers have broke, the cake's a joke, but still the
world ain't nice.
Wipe off that angel face and go and learn to ice.
Baby don't blow it,
Don't put my good advice to shame.
Baby you know it,
Even Dear Abby'd say the same!
Now I've called the shot, get off the block, I really gotta
fly!
Gotta be going to that, cake shop, in the sky!
Icing school dropout (Icing school dropout)
Go back to the pub
Icing school dropout (Icing school dropout)
Go back to the pub
Icing school dropout (Icing school dropout)
Go back to the pub