Major Organ & The Adding Machine Madam Truffle
The ticking of the oven clock never annoys Madam Truffle While she's baking her famous goodies
The crowd lines up outside the door and lets out a giant roar
When she peeks out from the blinds
And then opens up the store
Peach, Cherry, Boysenberry tarts, even the dentist lets her
Little daughter fill up her cart baked in shapes of growling
Tigers and frowning Napoleon Bonapartes
Madam Truffle turns the baking of pastries into an art!
As night descends and before she goes to sleep
She must take a little peek
Into a shoebox she hides behind the dresser
It's contents fills her heart with fear
She will surely never throw it away
She has to look inside the box at the close of every day
Birds on the windowsill always sing for Madam Truffle
To help her wake up on time in the morning
She stacks the goodies on the shelves
So the folks can help themselves
Some parents joke and tell their kids
That she gets help from tiny elves
Peach cherry boysenberry tarts
Even the dentist lets her little daughter fill up her cart
Baked in shapes of monkey faces and
Kris Kristofferson with red white polka dot hearts
Madam Truffle turns the baking of pastries into an art
As night descends and before she goes to sleep
She must take a little peek
Into a shoebox she hides behind the dresser
She is sadly aware she will never know
The love of a man or he'd be sure to find the box
And would never understand
Misery and loneliness seldom befall Madam Truffle
While she's baking her famous goodies
