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BUTTERMILK BOY (Steve Marriott) 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

    


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