Butterball

Well butterball's got his head in the air And his feet ain't quite on the ground And the girls can't resist his long straight hair He's the slickest guy in town Butterball Butterball He'll fly to the moon And when he arrives All the angels would crowd around He's the grooviest person you will ever know And they call him butterball Goin' after hours to the local pubs He's the center of the crowd He can dance with all Rises over your head Knows to show that he's buttered my ball Butterball Butterball (ba ba bu ba ba bu ba ba)