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[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
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.]
Nah, you're doing great!

[FRANK, JR.]
Oh, no, this? This is a duet! It's Frank and Dean. It's not a solo act!

[FRANK, SR.]
Well, you know, there is one I haven't told you...

[FRANK, JR.]
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.]
Let's bring this one home, Dad!

[FRANK, SR.]
You got it, son!

[BOTH] (sung)
So think of those two when life's the pits

[FRANK, SR.]
"The Bug!"

[FRANK, JR.]
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 outta cream

[FRANK JR.]
Ah-doo-yah-doo-yah-doo-yah-doo-yah-doo-wah!

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