Butter Outta Cream Aaron Tveit (Ft. Tom Wopat)

[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., spoken]
Nah, you're doing great!