[Verse 1] Flour on the counter, butter on my sleeve I promised twelve cookies, that was pure naïveté The timer started yelling, the oven joined the band Now chocolate chips are rolling like marbles through the land [Pre-Chorus] I found the sugar in the cupboard with the pans There’s a wooden spoon stuck firmly to my hands [Chorus] Bake it till you make it, don’t ask what went wrong The cookies may be crooked but the frosting’s singing along Bake it till you make it, pass the plate around One bite of homemade trouble and nobody’s leaving town [Verse 2] The first batch came out looking slightly prehistoric The second batch is softer than a very nervous chorus I dropped one on the dog bed, the dog declared it grand He’s guarding all the evidence with crumbs beneath his command [Pre-Chorus] The smoke alarm is giving us a stern review But every little disaster tastes delicious too [Chorus] Bake it till you make it, don’t ask what went wrong The cookies may be crooked but the frosting’s singing along Bake it till you make it, pass the plate around One bite of homemade trouble and nobody’s leaving town [Bridge] Wait—who measured the cinnamon? Not me! Who turned the oven up to nine? Not me! Why is there dough upon the ceiling? That is definitely not me! [Break] Roll it, cut it, burn it, save it Hide the batch and call it creative [Final Chorus] Bake it till you make it, let the whole house know We came for perfect cookies, left with a flour tornado Bake it till you make it, raise a crumbly cheer The best recipes are stories that we’ll laugh about next year Bake it till you make it, pass the plate around If the cookie’s shaped like a potato, it still deserves a crown [Outro] Flour on the counter, crumbs beneath the chair Tomorrow we’ll clean it—yeah, tomorrow, we swear!
