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

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Parkay song meanings
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