Scott Wittman - Butter Outta Cream lyrics

[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!