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.