Lyrics:

Narration: there was one who was famed for the number of things
He forgot when he entered the ship:
His umbrella, his watch, all his jewels and rings
And the clothes he had bought for the trip
He had forty-tow boxes all carefully packed
With his name painted clearly on each;
But since he omitted to mention the fact
They were all left behind on the beach
He came as a baker; but owned, when too late-
And it drove the poor bellman half mad-
He could only bake bridecake -for which, I may state
No materials were to be had
I came as the baker on this escapade
I knead the dough, but I can't look after the bread
The banker does it instead
And although I never feel afraid
Somehow I know
It could be the single worst mistake I've ever made
To come as the baker on this escapade