Текст песни Parkay

Brace the line between the lowest 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 demands 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