The Baking Song

I have joined a baking class
 This must be confidential
 There's me and twenty women
 And they love by big utensil
 I'm the only fella
 But I stay in full control
 The ladies flash their recipes
 And then I lick their bowls
 Oh, I'm a master baker
 Baking just for fun
 The girl next door
 She likes her cakes
 I'd love to give her one
 My cakes are so much in demand
 I wouldn't have to foist
 The ladies shout and tell me
 That they love it when they're moist
 The ladies have a sweeter tooth
 I know they would be willing
 We'd go into the kitchen
 And they'd get to taste my filling
 And as they stood in front of me
 They'd get a big surprise
 I'd knock out something special
 They could even watch it rise
 Oh, I'm a master baker
 Baking just for fun
 The girl next door
 She likes her cakes
 I'd love to give her one
 My cakes are so much in demand
 I wouldn't have to foist
 The ladies shout and tell me
 That they love it when they're moist
 One lady said my cakes could not
 Be better than her mums
 She prodded with my Battenberg
 And then she squeezed my buns
 I had to use protection
 An apron I did wear
 I put my whisk into the bowl
 The cream went everywhere!