À La Mode

Très chic Très chaud Low flame Big show Pearls at the pass Flour on her cuff She knows when truffle is vulgar And ketchup is enough Cartier keeps time The griddle sets the pace She flips a silver-dollar stack And never breaks her gaze Oui, chef Oh, please Pass the butter Hold the keys À la mode À la mode Sweet on the tongue Sharp on the bill À la mode À la mode Call it the future They’ll swallow it still High on the hog Low on the flame Everything changes Except for the game Champagne manners Diner appetite She can plate a small rebellion Under soft electric light She’ll garnish bad behavior Make a scandal look refined Then sell you back your own good taste One season at a time Très chic Très chaud Low flame Big show À la mode À la mode Sweet on the tongue Sharp on the bill À la mode À la mode Call it the future They’ll swallow it still High on the hog Low on the flame Everything changes Except for the game Yesterday was common Today it’s hard to find Tomorrow she’ll call it vintage And put it back in line A little smoke A little gold A name they can’t pronounce The smaller the portion The louder the applause À la mode À la mode Silk at the table Steel at the grill À la mode À la mode Give them a hunger Then hand them the bill High on the hog Low on the flame Everything changes She stays the same