Intro :
I n New York city just wa lking the street
Ran out of money had no thing to eat
I stopped at the Plaza that fan cy hotel
Where yo u can check in if you're well to do well...
The fi rst of July and a hu ndred and four
I stopped at the Plaza's front re volving door
I stepped in the door and went arou nd for a ride
Tre atin' myself to the cool air inside
Then I found myself in a chande liered room
Where people were dining and I hi d in the gloom
My hunger pains hurt 'til I thou ght I would break
When a wai ter brought out a big strawberry ca ke
O h that str awberry ca ke
O h that strawberry ca ke
Out i n California them ber ries were grown
And in to this city them be rries were flown
For ma king that strawberry ca ke
Th en I thought of Oxnard just no rth of LA
Where I picked strawberries for ma ny a day
Hard work with no future for the ha rvest was done
And I headed eastward a-travelin' by thumb
And no body wanted me he re in this town
I felt like a stray dog they al l kick around
Them berries reminded me o f my bad breaks
I'm hu ngry and I want that strawberry ca ke
I deserve that str awberry ca ke
Dese rve that strawberry ca ke
I ra n and I grabbed it then ou t the side door
Int o Central Park through the bus hes I tore
Ho ldin' my strawberry ca ke
I lo ok back behind me and wh at do I see
The chef and headwaiter and th e maître d
I had a nice helpin' of ca ke as I ran
I gob ble them berries as fast as I can
They're clo sin' the gap as I slo wed down to eat
But the cake brought a new surge of po wer to my feet
I hid in the bush when the le ad I did take
And I qui etly finished my strawberry ca ke
I ate all that stra wberry ca ke
That fi ne fancy strawberry ca ke
Someo ne at the plaza is wi thout dessert
But for the fir st time in days now my be lly don't hurt
I' m full of strawberry ca ke
