Crappy Hollandaise
Nasty Hollandaise
Uhhh! the warning bells are dinging
Now your salmon dish is screwed

Crappy Hollandaise
Curdled Hollandaise
Tell the concierge “Yo, Hop Sing!“
Why’s this Hollandaise like glue


If you own a gourmet restaurant
And your sauce is canned with tin
End the hoax, break some yolks
And make your Hollandaise Win!


If your lemon juice ain’t fresh squeezed
From a yellowy lemon
Say your prayers-make repairs
For your Hollandaise sin

If you can’t make Hollandaise
Then pack your pots and pans
Take your hat and leave disgraced
And wash your rusty hands

If you freeze up with a melt down
Hold on to your apa-ron
Don’t look lost, stir the sauce
And flash a Hollandaise grin


Lumpy Hollandaise
Bumpy Hollandaise
What the stupid chef keeps making
Turns Eggs Benedict to pooh



Sour Hollandaise
Fo-ul Hollandaise
Rancid yellow sauce keeps turning
Red hot customers real blue


Runny Hollandaise
Gummy Hollandaise
Could make Mary Wells start screeching
‘Till her ‘instrument’ unglued


Yummy Hollandaise
Goumet Hollandaise
May this MoTown Star keep singing
Happy Holidays to you