歌词
Pretend you're in a posh hotel
The waiter rings a silver bell
Brings along a treat you don't expect
Tiny cakes in tiny portions
Everything in shrunk proportions
Which divine desert will you select?
And then you take a bite
And even though it's teeny-tiny
What a delight, a sugar rush comes over you
So here tonight, I'm gonna help you even up the score
And help you make the perfect petit fours
Ba-da-da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da
It all seems rather complicated
I'm not that sophisticated
I guess I'm more a tortoise than a hare
There's no need to be so despondent
Now add more water to your fondant
Or maybe even whiskey if you dare
So grab a rolling pin
A miniature eclair should be piped really thin
Which one of us will win?
Let's use this mandolin
It's gonna leave the judges wanting more
When we've made the perfect petit fours
Ba-da-da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Da-da-da da-da
Da-da-da da-da
Imagine we are in Paris, the home of fine patisserie
Sipping our sancerre beside the Seine
Bonjour monseur
Bonjour
Our bellies full of cheese and wine
What a tres bien-ish time
I'm getting heartburn yet again
So won't you dance with me
Tonight beneath the Notre Dame
Oui oui, je suis
That's French GCSE
It's where we wanna be
And with our feet we'll tap our je t'Adore
When we've made the perfect petit fours
Tonight I took a bite and felt a sort of funny feeling
Sheer delight, she made me feel alive
And now perhaps I might admittedly be wanting
So much more
Now we've made the perfect petit fours
Ba-da-da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da
The perfect petit fours