Butter Outta Cream

Lyrics

[FRANK JR.] 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, hm Said this is no way to spend a Saturday night Yet 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 'till 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 (spoken) It's your turn, Dad! [FRANK SR., spoken] Nah, you're doing great! [FRANK JR., spoken] Oh, no, this? This is a duet! It's Frank and Dean. It's not a solo act! [FRANK, SR., spoken] Well, you know, there is one I haven't told ya' [FRANK JR., spoken] Oh, really? [FRANK SR.] 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 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 Out in Queens When his lights were almost off he Just made coffee out of beans [FRANK JR., spoken] Let's bring this one home, Dad! [FRANK SR., spoken] You got it, son! [BOTH] So think of those two when life's the pits [FRANK SR., spoken] "The Bug!" [FRANK JR., spoken] And "The Mouse!" [BOTH] At the end of their wits They knew the key to life is 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 [FRANK SR.] Just make butter out of cream [FRANK JR.] Make some butter out of cream [FRANK SR.] I hear what you're saying, son I'll make butter out of cream [FRANK JR.] Ah-doo-yah-doo-yah-doo-yah-doo-yah-doo-wop! [FRANK SR., spoken] Swing it!