Buttermilk Boy - Humble Pie

Yeah, she pays no mind to methods you employ

She wants a big city man, not a country boy

Go get your long hair cut

Scrape the mud off your boots

Eh, wash the hell behind those ears

Buy yourself some tailored suits

Oh, Buttermilk Boy better gain some pounds

Before she lets her knickers down

She wants a musclely man all gristle and bone

Makes no difference how you strive

She couldn’t care if you were dead or alive

A burly, beefy, strong arm man

Is all she cares to meet

Before you ever heard the word guitar

Yes, your mother used to see her as a star

Yes, she spent her teens?

In chauffered limosines--

And I heard tell you can’t get insured

For a clapped out '45 drop head Ford

Oh, Buttermilk Boy better gain some pounds

Before she lets her knick, knick, knick, knickers down

She wants a musclely man all gristle and bone

She’ll tear you down like a steer comin' through

Like I said she ain’t no use to you

A lumpy hairy mundane brain

Is all she cares to make

So let me put you straight, yeah

Marry farm-yard Kate

Yep, she weighs two hundred pounds its said

Oh, she’ll keep you warm in bed

Oh, Buttermilk Boy, you better gain some pounds

Before she lets her knick, I say, knickers down

Well, a musclely man all gristle and bone

So you like to think you know where its about

But she’ll suck you in and then she’ll blow you out

Yeah, Kate will keep you satisfied

Until your dying day

Yeah, let me hear some of that strong-arm music