Humble Pie - Butter Milk Boy Lyrics
Yeah, she pays no mind to methods you employShe wants a big city man, not a country boyGo get your long hair cutScrape the mud off your bootsEh, wash the hell behind those earsBuy yourself some tailored suitsOh, Buttermilk Boy better gain some poundsBefore she lets her knickers downShe wants a musclely man all gristle and boneMakes no difference how you striveShe couldn't care if you were dead or aliveA burly, beefy, strong arm manIs all she cares to meetBefore you ever heard the word guitarYes, your mother used to see her as a starYes, she spent her teens?In chauffered limosines--And I heard tell you can't get insuredFor a clapped out '45 drop head FordOh, Buttermilk Boy better gain some poundsBefore she lets her knick, knick, knick, knickers downShe wants a musclely man all gristle and boneShe'll tear you down like a steer comin' throughLike I said she ain't no use to youA lumpy hairy mundane brainIs all she cares to makeSo let me put you straight, yeahMarry farm-yard KateYep, she weighs two hundred pounds its saidOh, she'll keep you warm in bedOh, Buttermilk Boy, you better gain some poundsBefore she lets her knick, I say, knickers downWell, a musclely man all gristle and boneSo you like to think you know where its aboutBut she'll suck you in and then she'll blow you outYeah, Kate will keep you satisfiedUntil your dying dayYeah, let me hear some of that strong-arm music
