I get around by counting, and listening to sounds It's getting quite a habit, it sometimes gets me down But there's nothing like a piece of ginger cake, It sometimes gets me down I've cut it up in pieces, and asked for it by name I kept a piece 'till later, it always tastes the same But I've never seen a piece of ginger cake, It always tastes the same I saved the piece for Sunday, a long long time to wait Wrapped it up in silver paper, see the trouble I take But it's worth it for a piece of ginger cake, See the trouble I take The reason for my blindness, is not so plain to see I've tried to find the answer, it's always tastes the same I'd rather have a piece of ginger cake.