Little Butterball Lyrics - Sherman Allan

+Little Butterball 

I'm called Little Butterball, 

Dear Little Butterball, 

'Though I could never tell why. 

My calories mount. 

My cholesterol count 

Is as high as an elephant's eye. 

They told me to diet. 

I promised I'd try it, 

Yet somehow my weight would not budge. 

Each Metrecal cookie 

To me tasted ookie, 

So I covered it with hot fudge. 

I ate watercresses, 

And other such messes, 

And pushed all my favorites aside. 

I said to the caterers, 

"No more mashed potaterers, 

Just baked, and hash browned, and french fried." 

I sing this sad song 

'Cause my diet went wrong, 

'Though I honestly tried to pay heed. 

I don't care how high 

Is an elephant's eye, 

But an elephant's rear I don't need!