CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Cooking Mama: The Musical
First we’ll melt the butter, and add a cup of cream
We’ll pour it in the pan and add some flour
We need to stir it gently
More gently, it would seem
Now let’s grate a block of cheddar
Better make this sauce supreme!
Take two quarts of water, and pour it in your pot
Now start the stove and bring it to a boil
We’ll drop in some spaghetti
And once it’s gotten hot, we can dump it in the strainer
Or apparently, we’ll not…
A little bit al dente, but we’ll work with what we’ve got…
Cut the brеad up length-wise, with simple, fluid strokеs
It’s only bread, it shouldn’t need a chainsaw
Now spread on garlic butter-
Is this some kind of joke?
Add a dash or two of parsley
Till the parsley shakers broke
Pick a prawn to start with
And dip it in the sauce!
A bit more sauce wouldn’t hurt
Now coat these shrimp in breading-
And don’t let them roll off
Don’t let them roll right off
How are these rolling off?!
Put ‘em in a pan to start ‘em cooking
And sauté them like a boss!
Douse the oven fire-
Who knew that pies combust
And have a smoky scent that likes to linger?
Let’s add a dab of icing, to hide the dried out crust
Then we’ll throw it on a platter-
Right side up? It doesn’t matter
Let’s slice up some fruit to scatter-
Hold on, stop-
Watch my fingers!
We’ll pour it in the pan and add some flour
We need to stir it gently
More gently, it would seem
Now let’s grate a block of cheddar
Better make this sauce supreme!
Take two quarts of water, and pour it in your pot
Now start the stove and bring it to a boil
We’ll drop in some spaghetti
And once it’s gotten hot, we can dump it in the strainer
Or apparently, we’ll not…
A little bit al dente, but we’ll work with what we’ve got…
Cut the brеad up length-wise, with simple, fluid strokеs
It’s only bread, it shouldn’t need a chainsaw
Now spread on garlic butter-
Is this some kind of joke?
Add a dash or two of parsley
Till the parsley shakers broke
Pick a prawn to start with
And dip it in the sauce!
A bit more sauce wouldn’t hurt
Now coat these shrimp in breading-
And don’t let them roll off
Don’t let them roll right off
How are these rolling off?!
Put ‘em in a pan to start ‘em cooking
And sauté them like a boss!
Douse the oven fire-
Who knew that pies combust
And have a smoky scent that likes to linger?
Let’s add a dab of icing, to hide the dried out crust
Then we’ll throw it on a platter-
Right side up? It doesn’t matter
Let’s slice up some fruit to scatter-
Hold on, stop-
Watch my fingers!
