Well I woke up this morning, and I went down to Sainsbury’s
For some hot cross buns, I said to the baker woman “Please!”
With hunger in my eyes, “Gonna get me two packs of these”
So standin' at the check-out, I tried real hard to scan my buns
Yeah, me at the check-out, I tried to scan those bags of crumbs
Didn't recognise no barcode, self check-out’s done gimme the runs
Standin' in the check-out line, waitin‘ to eat those spicy buns
Standin' there a wastin‘ time, waitin‘ ‘til a supervisor comes
Got the blues for other shoppers, saliva’s drippin’ off their tongues
So I ran down to Tesco, to see if there I’d find success
Saw my baby in the car park, Easter bun crumbs all down her dress
She didn’t pay no check-out woman, just took the buns and ran I guess
Well I’ve had the swamp fever, been doggone crazy with malaria
Cursed with the hangover from hell, drinkin’ rakia in Bulgaria
But nothin’ ain’t so bad, as an unexpected item in the baggin’ area
So I took me up to Lidl, they might have had my spicy cake
Yeah, goin’ up to Lidl, oh babe I made a bad mistake
See this was Tuesday mornin’, just an hour before daybreak
“The van don’t come ‘til lunchtime”, that’s what the Lidl bossman said
“The shelf’s completely empty”, but he offered me some stale white bread
If I don’t get no hot cross bun, oh Lord I might as well be dead
I found me a smoky bar down town, barman poured a shot of liquor
Drank the first one down real fast, drank the second even quicker
Then I really couldn’t take no more, ‘cause I’d been spotted by the vicar
He said “hey boy now you’re doin’ real bad, I think your head’s a bit bananas
All you need is flour and milk, an egg, some spice, a few sultanas
The English recipe’s mighty good, much sweeter than Louisiana’s”
The preacher’s words were wise and good, they shone a light into my soul
Across the road and in the shop, run by Mr Brzęczyszczykiewicz the Pole
These things were all out on display, his sweet woman lent me a bowl
I mixed them up and baked them down, I didn’t have no time to lose
Now my belly’s full I’m satisfied, from my head down to my shoes
And babe I’m gonna sing these words, to Robert Johnson’s Cross Road Blues