(Verse 1) Well, I logged on to *Stokey Folks* for a quiet little scroll, Now I'm deep in a battle for the town’s very soul. A bakery’s coming, the people are torn— Half of them cheer, half wish it was never born! (Pre-Chorus) Some say “It’s pathetic! It’s the best bread around!” Others say “Chains like this will run the indies to the ground!” One bloke’s just confused, says “Greggs would be worse,” And Susan’s writing essays like she’s getting reimbursed! (Chorus) Ohhh, it’s a fight about sourdough, a war over wheat, Organic-fed eggs and gentrified streets. Will Gail’s bring salvation or cultural doom? Either way, it’s kicking off in the *Stokey Folks* room! (Verse 2) I can see it now—a hipster on a spree, Checking all the labels for their ethical degree. Then off they go on their cargo bike ride, Four kids in the front and their morals inside. (Pre-Chorus) Some think house prices will rise overnight, Others say gentrification’s been here since knights! One bloke says Brexit, another says Pret, And Susan’s still typing—she ain’t done yet! (Chorus) Ohhh, it’s a fight about sourdough, a war over wheat, Artisan pastries and overpriced seats. Will Gail’s bring ruin or Stoke Newington’s grace? Either way, it’s a row in the same old place! (Bridge – Dramatic spoken word bit) Susan, in summary, opinions are mixed— Some want the old vibe, some just want a fix… Of warm flaky croissants and cinnamon swirls, But they’ll still moan online like the world’s gonna twirl. (Final Chorus – Everyone singing together) Ohhh, it’s a fight about sourdough, a war over wheat, A debate that’ll last ‘til the rent’s obsolete! But whether you love it or want it to fail, You’ll all bloody end up queuing at Gail’s!
