Tuesday, December 23, 2008

22. More Love Letters: To the perfect woman.

(My sincerest apologies to Messrs. Simon and Garfunkel.)


Mrs. Crocker
to the tune of "Mrs. Robinson"*

And here's to you, Mrs. Crocker,
Jesus' birthday treats are what you know (whoa whoa whoa)
God bless you please, Mrs. Crocker
Christmas finds us gladly gaining weight
Hey hey hey. Hey hey hey.

We'd like to know a little bit about your recipes.
We'd like to bake some gifts to give our friends.
Of all the things we have to do around this time of year
Spending time with you could be the very best.

And here's to you, Mrs. Crocker,
Jesus' birthday treats are what you know (whoa whoa whoa)
God bless you please, Mrs. Crocker
Christmas finds us gladly gaining weight
Hey hey hey. Hey hey hey.

Hide 'em in the hiding place so Santa doesn't see
Then we'll have some left on Christmas morn.
Snickerdoodles, peanut blossoms, and some toffee squares
I'd eat a thousand, and still keep coming back to your...

Cu-cucina, SeƱora Crocker
Jesus' birthday treats, delicioso (whoa whoa whoa)
God bless you please, Mrs. Crocker
Christmas finds us gladly gaining weight
Hey hey hey. Hey hey hey.

Sitting on a sofa poring over your cookbook
Thinking you're about as perfect as they come
It don't matter if you are a made-up corporate shill.
You know the way to this man's heart.

Where have you gone, Pilsbury Doughboy
Your crescent rolls could help us celebrate (yeah yeah yeah)
What's that you say, Mrs. Crocker?
The doughboy's stuff's not up to snuff today.
Hey hey hey. Hey hey hey.


*The actual lyrics, if you so wish to take a gander for comparison's sake.

No comments: