They're meeting every day at a quarter past three
At the regulars' table in the pastry shop at the corner
Sounding the call for their attack on the cake buffet
On Black Forest cake and cream meringue
On fruit ice, pineapple, cherry and banana
With cream on top, please! (With cream on top, please!)
They're chattering and smacking, then go for some more
Butter-cream cake and bee sting cake
They're huffing and puffing, almost filled to the hilt
Just one more whippet cookie, order must prevail
For Mathilda, Ottilia, Marie and Liliane
With cream on top, please! (With cream on top, please!)
Everybody must've seen the end coming
Death's been reaping them one by one
The bereaved, in pain, were at a loss for words
With Sacher cake, Linzer and almond paste torte
Liliane held on to the flag as the lone survivor, true to the end
With cream on top, please! (With cream on top, please!)
But even Liliane eventually couldn't hold out any longer
Fell off the chair in the pastry shop
Her coffin, instead of wreaths, was covered in sugared cakes
And the minister buried her with moving words
"May the Lord pave the way to heaven for her"
With cream on top, please! (With cream on top, please!)
Another cup of coffee? (With cream on top, please!)
Another small meringue? (With cream on top, please!)
[spoken:] Or a cookie maybe?
(With cream on top, please!)