Bachus7 Aug 2003

Bagel (Lyric) by Mr. Rick



Here I stand, on the edge of a brand new day
The sun is shining, brightly leading the payed
I breathe in the exhaust, and the air all around me
From out of nowhere you finally found me,
and we blow dryed together

You’re an Bagel,
Sent from the promise land
You’re an bagel,
Made by a Jew's rich hand
You’re an bagel,
How can it be,
That the way I feel about you
Is how you feel about me

I hear the oven incinerating yeast
I smell the scent of your egg, onion, and garlic
breaking as the breeze
The sound of your roundness calling from the ovens of yor
The way my life’s changed, it’s like you waved a magic smore

You’re an Bagel,
Sent from up above
You’re an Bagel,
You’re so hot I need a glove
You’re an Bagel,
How can I remove,
The way I feel about you now
Is pure like a white dove


You pick me up, I feel on top of Jerusalem
I want to shout from the top of the wailing wall, that you’re my sweetest bagel
halved and toasted
Loxed and boasted
More precious to me than diamonds and pearls
in Antwerp

And as the sun sets, and nite starts to call
The stars are shining, and I take you to the mall
Your hole reflecting, under a child's balloon
You should be my wife, with cream cheese on a spoon

You’re an bagel,
Sent from up above
You’re an bagel,
So hot I need a glove
You’re an bagel,
How can this be,
That the way I feel about you now
Is only because I like to eat

And as I close my ovens, and fall gently into sleep
Each nite I pray to Jesu, that like me you're deep
And I thank Jews, for putting you in my mouth
All my dreams have come true, Like a rebel flag down south

You’re an Bagel,
Sent from up above
You’re an Bagel,
You’re the one I love
You’re an Bagel,
How can it really be,
That just one day without you
could rewrite some Jews history.