The Lyrics
All these dinners and all these rows, ain't somebody here want dessert?
All these dinners and all these rows, ain't somebody here want dessert?
All these dinners and all these rows, ain't somebody here want dessert?
All these dinners and all these rows, ain't somebody here want dessert?
Apple, cream, cherry, pecan, hazel, chocolate,
Oreo, apricot, almond, and fudge,
We want apple? Pecan? Maybe them both?
Loosen your belts and make room for some growth,
Cuz we're done with dinner and ready for dessert,
No malts, no ice creams, just one thing I deserve,
You can have it in a tray or you can have it on the run,
Can you box this for me for home time fun?
Yeah, I just smelled that scent you see,
No tellin' what the side-effects might be,
My mouth starts waterin' and my eyes open wide,
Hardest thing is choosing which pie I want to get inside,
No bust,
I want crunchy crust,
Cinnamon dust,
Bib on,
Bout to turn that crust out,
Grabbed the dessert menu,
The whole venue,
I know what I want,
Come on, let's get pie,
(Pie),
Let's get pie,
(Pie),
Come on, let's get pie,
(Pie),
Let's get pie,
All my ladies, let's get pie,
(Pie),
Pie,
(Pie),
Let's get pie,
(Pie),
Come on, let's get pie,
I placed my order,
Cooks are makin' it in the back,
You'd better come back or I think I'm gonna crack,
Smell the filling pouring in the dough,
Mouse is alright and ice cream is so-so,
But there's just one desert I want and it's on that pane,
I'm wantin' apple shoot me out like Novocain,
I'm getting kind of impatient, my stomach starts to bounce,
This stuff is addicting like a 40 oz.,
Man, what's takin' so long back there!
We want some pie up in here!
Come on, dogg, I'm a hustlin' man,
I mean I'm in a rush, fool, I've got cash to brush, fool,
People are about Chex™ and which diet to choose next,
I'm about pies comin' and payin' the checks,
Intense, like a triple X rated,
Obese, got your scale laughin' at me,
Now if I finish all of my pie and you finish thine,
Don't even try, the bathroom is all mine,
Yeah, I might get sick like an ecstatic news crew,
If I have to leave early, I guess the check is on you,
You guys up here know what I'm talkin' bout,
Get the pies, take the prize, go to sleepin', no doubt,
I stay flabby,
After my little nappy,
By the fourth or fifth I get sappy,
It gets harder and harder and harder to bend,
Don't yo friends make light of me or I'll sit down on them.