And I'm a regular circular
Bagel baby
The kind that you'd want
Around
Well sometimes when it rained
at the bagel factory
of Frederick E. Smithsky and
Sons
We'd get a bit of bread and
buy ourselves a flagon
And fill the place with jovial
soul
And when the boss was there
Well he didn't really care
He was an all 'round regular
joe
Shaped like a bagel
His name was Irving
He preached hole-in-one philosophy
And I'm a regular circular
Bagel baby
The kind that you'd want
Around
Now that I've left the bagel
factory
of Frederick E. Smithsky and
Sons
For better or for better
I miss the job I had the better
One of my more pleasant roles
Well now it's time to sheed
a tear
For that most wonderful year
And Smithsky's long awaited
goald
To become the greatest
Let's salute the bagelest
Smithsky's bagel factory
The most famous hole in history
And I'm a regular circular
Bagel baby
The kind that you'd want
The kind that you'd want
Yes the kind that you'd want
Around
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