A vanilla and cinnamon scent

Might not be what you'd think of Hell

But the Devil smells so sweet

She'll put you right under her spell

In the oven of Inferno are the most delightful cakes

Sticky buns and coconut flakes

Roasted nuts, strawberries and cream

The stuff you taste in your craziest dreams

And don't go calling on heaven

Oh cuz' our oven is burning

In Hell's kitchen

Be careful of what's cookin'

Everything is always so fragrant

But beware of the secret ingredient

Hey hey

Our coffee is not bitter and our ice cream never melts

Oooh you can put our caramel to the test

Cotton candy, croissants and toffee

Get yourself a cup of our sweet tea

And it always tastes like magic

Oh cuz' we pour our soul into it