The Cream Police

(to the song Dream Police)

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The cream police, they live inside of my fridge.

(Live inside of my fridge.)

The cream police, they put me over the edge.

(Put me over the edge.)

The cream police, they're make me feel guilty, oh no.

You know that cream tastes great,
With coffee fresh from the pot.

That brewing smell's first rate

It hits the proverbial spot, proverbial spot.

But they're waiting for me.

They're angling for me.

Ev'ry single morn

My coffee tastes so poor.

Fat free cream inside my door.

The cream police,

they live inside of my fridge.

(Live inside of my fridge.)

The cream police,

they put me over the edge.

(Put me over the edge.)

The cream police, they're making me feel guilty, oh no.

Well, I can't lose them,

'Cause they know what I like

And when I make coffee,

That color isn't just right

Not right.

'Cause they're working on me.

They're weighing on me.

Ev'ry single day

I hate that lowfat cream.

I'm dreaming lowfat dreams.

I try to drink, I want full fat, they won't let me enjoy.

They don't like flavor or give me favors, or let me enjoy.

They spread the guilt, up to the hilt, they won't let me enjoy.

They're just not nice and not much fun they live to just annoy.

'Cause they're working on me.

They're weighing on me.

Ev'ry single day

I hate that lowfat cream.

I'm dreaming lowfat dreams.

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The cream police police police

The cream police,police police

The cream police,police police

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©2009 Warren Baker

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