I buy the flour I buy the pans I rent the storefront And I pay the man I'm J.J. the baker Bread's all that I can do for a living Bread's all that I am There's a market on Main Street Mr. Mason's Mandarin Marmalade's, A magnificent match for my muffins Midriffs and memories are made Mrs. Jones likes my pastries She come by for a case with her granddaughter Jenny And they leave with smiles on their face I'm J.J. the baker Bread's all that I can do for a living Bread's all that I am Now the sun's setting sooner Times and its people are tough No more market on Main Street The marmalade business is rough I see people are hungry I still bake what I can They want bread more than ever now But I'm low on flour and pans I'm J.J. the baker Bread's all that I can do for a living Bread's all that I am There's a mob at my window I recognize some outstretched hands "We want pastries and muffins Any real baker would understand You should feed us for free now We can break bread any place J.J. you should feel lucky Just to witness the smiles on our face" I'm J.J. the baker Bread's all that I can do for a living Bread's all that I am I'm fresh out of flour I'm all out of pans I don't have any storefront I don't have any plans No I don't want your pity I baked more than I thought that I could But those years at the bakery, Those years, they tasted so good