They don’t know me

Like they do down the road

They don’t know me

Like they do down the road.

I like my coffee black

I like my pie A La Mode.

What are you coolin’ mama?

What have you got on your stove?

She said don’t “Don’t be a stranger

Don’t be shy

Come on in my kitchen

Let me serve you up

A piece of my pie…”

(A la Mode, Sweet creamy, yum!)

Down the road they know my …

They know my name

There’s always a party

Always a smile

Always someone telling me

To save a little room for some pie (yeah!)

A La Mode!