Lyrics

Everyone thinks I'm serious Complicated  perhaps aloof But  I am not mysterious If you like, I'll give you proof You see, the truth is I'm old fashioned It's  not just a cocktail I like to drink What  fuels my deepest passion Is not what you might think... Whipped  cream Piled high on pie or on ice cream The shiny satiny silky peaks How they gleam Whipped  cream... The culinary equivalent of Moon beams Last night I had the most delicious dream I dreamed I saw Julia Child floating on a cloud of whipped cream -- bon appetit! The first time I went to Paris The first thing I learned to say Was not"Ou est L'atour Eiffel?" uh-uh It was 'frambois avec creme fraish, si vous plait' Whipped cream Takes the word 'scrumptious' to extremes When I get too rambunctious nothing seems To soothe my nerves Like a serving of... Whipped cream... I admit This song is nothing but a desperate scheme To get one of you to order ice cream... topped With a luscious dollop of whipped cream ... Here's your chance to catch the waiter's eye... if they don't have ice cream, pie is nice... it would be so helpful if it was one of you front tables so I can just lean down and eat a smidge between songs... want to buy me a drink after the show?... don't bother... unless of course it's a drink topped with whipped cream... Now some of you might think that low-fat Is the modern way to go Well Julia Child had three words for low-fat whipped cream No... no... no Whipped cream Just thinking of it boosts my self esteem I'd even cheer this crooked Republican regime If they would bribe me with a big bowl of... Whipped cream God bless the cow whose milk begat this theme Don't say Cool Whip unless you mean To blaspheme the original... the glorious... The fattening... the notorious... The bows and flows of angel hair Oops that's another song... but I don't care About anything... but Whipped cream Please Julia Child, can I have some more?