Happy dance, happy dance, happy dance. After years of stale bread because of over ordering of bread we're getting a new baker so we won't have any more stale bread. Happy dance, happy dance. . .wait a minute. . .who used to order too much bread in the first place? Who bought it? Who paid for it? Who scheduled it to go on sale? Who put January's bread on the shelf in October and October's in February? The baker didn't. He just filled the orders. It must have been the grocer but he says it wasn't his fault. Oh, well, it must have been the Candyman. Happy dance, happy dance. . .
Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew
Cover it with choc'late and a miracle or two
The Candy Man, oh the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good