[FRANK, JR.]
Remember that story I'll learn that you fit
Now it's my turn to take a sit
Two little mice of great renown
Fell in some milk and one proceded to drown
The other one's still the toast of the town
'Cause he made bu*ter out of cream
He looked around, deduced his plight
Said this is no way to spend a Saturday night
Yet he had the style to make things right
So, he made bu*ter out of cream
He kicked his legs up he tossed and turned
So not to end up a ghost
He did the hokey pokey till the cream was churned
And baby he walked right out and bu*tered his toast
Now he's on top for goodness sakes
Yeah he's the big cheese up at land o' lakes
He's living proof that pop all it takes is a scheme
So if you live in the gutter, just make bu*ter out of cream
[FRANK, SR.]
There was a co*kroach from Brazil
Got drunk at his local coffee mill
He thought his time was up until
He made coffee out of beans
When he came to he heard such a sound
Much to his shock when he looked around
He had been scooped and was about to be ground
So he made coffee out of beans
He marched to south and he stomped to the north
He had to race against fate
He did the cucaracha 'til the tears poured forth
Then señor, things began to percolate
He held his breath and swam to the top
He borrowed beans from his mom and pop
And opened up his own coffee shop
Down in queens
When his lights were almost off he
Just made coffee out of beans
So think of those two when life's the pits
"The Bug"
[FRANK, JR.]
And "The Mouse"
[BOTH]
At the end of their wits
They knew the key to life was that it's what you dream
So if lemons clog your sink up
Don't just stand around and scream
Spike some lemonade and drink up
And make bu*ter out of cream
[FRANK, SR.]
Just make bu*ter out of cream
[FRANK, JR.]
Make some bu*ter out of cream
[FRANK, SR.]
I hear what you're saying, son
I'll make bu*ter outta cream
[FRANK JR.]
Sha-doo-bah-dwee-leeyah-
Doo-bah-dwee-leeyah-doo-bop!