I'm longing for a taste of history
Something with globs of calories
Some chocolate, some syrup
Some peppermint with spice
I'll think I'll have a piece of that mile high pie
Oh, the hors d'oeuvres were scrumptious
The salad was delish
The entrée was a gastronomical high
But to a**ure some sweet dreams
I'll take some ice cream,
Maybe some of that mile high pie
Oh, I admire a dessert that the spire
An engineering wonder on a plate
A piece of the Caribbean room
Melting on my spoon,
Now, there's something to which we all can relate
Though I can fit another morsel in my torso
I think I'll have to give it a try
Because my palate screams,
‘What's under that whipping cream?'
I'll take some of that mile high pie
Such delicious decadence has few precedents
To match its orgasmic thrill
Such a taste sensation has this Valhallic incantation
I know all your wishes will be fulfilled
So tomorrow we can fast to pay for our repast
Won't eat from morning until night
We'll have to jog until it hurts, to whittle at our girths
But tonight we won't be shy
Give me 5,281 feet, who cares if I overeat?
I couldn't be an athlete if I tried
Whip me up a mile high pie.