I have many rolls

But not a single bread one

I'm trying to reach my goals

Of having the world's biggest bum

When I sit down

I have spare tractor tyres

My parents frown

But rolls can smother fires

Rolls are beautiful

Rolls are good

I want more rolls

I wish I could

People call me the walking bakery

They want a piece of my rolls and me

But the rolls are all mine

To take any would be a crime

Rolls are beautiful

Rolls are good

I want more rolls

I wish I could