Ah watch me, watch me
Watch me cream a tub of butter
With some sugar in a bowl
Now, light and fluffy’s what we want
That’s the whipped butter goal

I raise my mixer to the sky above
I dance a jig upon the Earth below
I’m just so excited to be making cookie dough

Now did you ever want cookies, so you’re callin’
Up the baker, and he’s scrawlin’ down your order
Then he says they don’t deliver
And your lip begins to quiver
Now you’re shakin’ and you’re achin’
And you’re dyin’ for some bakin’
A thought pops in your head
(Roll your own, buddy!)

[guitar solo - grab those ingredients!]

Watch me
Watch me add some milk and eggs and
Then I’ll add vanilla, too
Some baking powder, flour
A bit of salt and we’re through

And oh
It doesn’t matter what the neighbor’s think
It only matters what I rightly know:
The sweet, gooey truth that life’s a batch of cookie dough, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-oh

[40-second instrumental fade to cookie dough coma]