I Won’t Toast

whymsical, cute, teen, pop, smooth voice

I was born in a bakery, fluffy and proud,
With royal ambitions and a crust-shaped crown,
You want me brown and crispy? That’s rude.
I’m destined for lettuce and gourmet food.

[Pre-Chorus]
The butter stood there with a guilty grin,
The jam said, “Mate, just hop right in,”
But I backed away with dramatic flair,
“Toast is basic. I’m sandwich heir!”

[Chorus]
I won’t toast, no I won’t burn,
I’ve got layers and a lot to learn,
Cheese on my left, ham on my right,
I’m a royal sandwich taking flight.

I won’t pop, I won’t roast,
I am more than breakfast toast,
Tell the kettle, tell the jam,
I’m the bread with a five-star plan!

[Verse 2]
The crumpets laughed from the kitchen shelf,
“Look at that slice, he believes in himself,”
The bagel said, “Bro, you’re full of air,”
I said, “That’s called rising. Don’t be unfair.”

Then mayonnaise entered with a royal decree,
“Your Majesty, your lettuce waits for thee,”
The tomato bowed, the cucumber cried,
Even the pickle got emotional inside.

[Pre-Chorus]
The toaster clicked and tried to glow,
But I shouted, “Peasant machine, no!”
Then slipped on crumbs and hit the floor,
Still somehow looked majestic by the door.

[Chorus]
I won’t toast, no I won’t burn,
I’ve got dreams at every turn,
Tuna, chicken, maybe brie,
This kitchen kingdom bows to me.

I won’t pop, I won’t roast,
I refuse to be breakfast toast,
Tell the eggs and tell the ham,
I’m not a snack — I’m a master plan!

[Bridge]
Then Dad walked in with sleepy eyes,
Saw me lying near the pies,
Picked me up and said, “That’ll do,”
And made me lunch with leftover stew.

I screamed, “This is not my throne!”
He said, “You’re bread. Stop using that tone.”
Then slapped on cheese and called me “nice,”
A deeply confusing day for a slice.

[Final Chorus]
I won’t toast, no I won’t burn,
Though lunch got weird at every turn,
Still got cheese and dignity,
And half a pickle next to me.

I won’t pop, I won’t roast,
I’m the sandwich with the most,
Golden dreams and crumbs of fame,
Toast will never know my name!

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[Verse 1] They grabbed me from the packet at a quarter past eight, Said, “This little slice has a breakfast date,” But I saw that toaster glowing like a trap, And yelled, “Not today, you chrome-faced chap!” I was born in a bakery, fluffy and proud, With royal ambitions and a crust-shaped crown, You want me brown and crispy? That’s rude. I’m destined for lettuce and gourmet food. [Pre-Chorus] The butter stood there with a guilty grin, The jam said, “Mate, just hop right in,” But I backed away with dramatic flair, “Toast is basic. I’m sandwich heir!” [Chorus] I won’t toast, no I won’t burn, I’ve got layers and a lot to learn, Cheese on my left, ham on my right, I’m a royal sandwich taking flight. I won’t pop, I won’t roast, I am more than breakfast toast, Tell the kettle, tell the jam, I’m the bread with a five-star plan! [Verse 2] The crumpets laughed from the kitchen shelf, “Look at that slice, he believes in himself,” The bagel said, “Bro, you’re full of air,” I said, “That’s called rising. Don’t be unfair.” Then mayonnaise entered with a royal decree, “Your Majesty, your lettuce waits for thee,” The tomato bowed, the cucumber cried, Even the pickle got emotional inside. [Pre-Chorus] The toaster clicked and tried to glow, But I shouted, “Peasant machine, no!” Then slipped on crumbs and hit the floor, Still somehow looked majestic by the door. [Chorus] I won’t toast, no I won’t burn, I’ve got dreams at every turn, Tuna, chicken, maybe brie, This kitchen kingdom bows to me. I won’t pop, I won’t roast, I refuse to be breakfast toast, Tell the eggs and tell the ham, I’m not a snack — I’m a master plan! [Bridge] Then Dad walked in with sleepy eyes, Saw me lying near the pies, Picked me up and said, “That’ll do,” And made me lunch with leftover stew. I screamed, “This is not my throne!” He said, “You’re bread. Stop using that tone.” Then slapped on cheese and called me “nice,” A deeply confusing day for a slice. [Final Chorus] I won’t toast, no I won’t burn, Though lunch got weird at every turn, Still got cheese and dignity, And half a pickle next to me. I won’t pop, I won’t roast, I’m the sandwich with the most, Golden dreams and crumbs of fame, Toast will never know my name!

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