Lyrics to Parkay

Brace the line between the loswest calories

Parkay or butter which would you rather have slide

Down your tube into the bloated gloop of food

Where all synthetics secrete as a bubbling crude

The time has come to toss the ol' churner



And meet new deamnds for processed butter

Pleasing the public seems to the be only way

So lay the res carpet and make way for parkay

Imitation butter lies behind a glass door

Dietary predicament that has stood the test of time

Sniffer dinky dinkle fondue cheese

Parkay, the savior, will reside on your pancakes