Buttermilk Boy Lyrics - Singles - 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