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Remember that story I learned at your feet Well, now it's my turn, take a seat Two little mice of great renown Fell in some milk and one proceeded to drown The other one's still the toast of the town 'Cause he made butter out of cream He looked around, deduced his plight Said, "This is no way to spend a Saturday night" But he had the style to make things right So, he made butter out of cream He kicked his legs up, he tossed and turned So not to end up a ghost He did the hokey-pokey 'til the cream was churned And baby, he walked right out and buttered 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 land in the gutter, just make butter out of cream It's your turn, Dad Nah, you're doing great Oh, no, this, this is a duet It's Frank and Dean, it's not a solo act Well, you know, there is one I haven't told ya (oh, really?) There was a cockroach in 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 the south and he stomped to the north He had to race against fate He did the cucaracha while those tears poured forth And 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 Let's bring this one home, dad You got it, son So think of those two when life's the pits The bug and the mouse 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 butter out of cream Just make butter out of cream Make some butter out of cream (I hear what you're saying, son) I'll make butter out of cream Swing it!
Writer(s): Marc Shaiman, Scott Wittman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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