Parody of Bush’s Machinehead:

Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up

Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up

Stuck in a rut, a craving in my gut
Wanting just some donut holes
I drive to the shop, I park at the front
I smell you like vanilla delight
For my hunger, for my sweet tooth
For escape from my reality

Got a croissant, it's sweeter than the rest
Glazed to filled, croissant
Got a croissant, it's sweeter than the rest
Glazed to filled, croissant
And I sleep on my duty
I sleep on my duty

Wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up
Wake up

Fat, slow, hubris
Fell like I to deserve this
Leaning on my coffee cup
Splenda is like bliss
Unhealthy all the time
If I had my gun with me I'd shoot to kill

Got a croissant, it's sweeter than the rest
Glazed to filled, croissant
Got a croissant, it's sweeter than the rest
Glazed to filled, croissant
I sleep on my duty
I sleep on my duty

I've seen the worst crimes of my generation
I'm a dough ball

Wake up, wake up 
Wake up, wake up 
Wake up 

Got a croissant, it's sweeter than the rest 
Glazed to filled 
Better than the rest 
Better than the rest 
croissant 
And I sleep on my duty 
And I sleep on my duty