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!