Butterdog Brent, comes to town
Wearing a smile that never frowns
With sticks of butter and dogs of bun
He brings a dish we'll find fun
This right here is what they call
None other than the butter dog
We eat and eat until there are no more
Wait I see one more on the floor
Butterdog slides down my throat like a greasy sponge
I want more
I want more
We fight over the butterdog as if it's our last meal
The urge to devour is all we can feel
Wait a sec I just hatched a plan
Let's go to the store and fight where we stand
We take the butter like it's no big deal
On our way out caught trying to steal
The security guards are no match
For our ultra-violent butterdog bash
Butterdog slides down my throat like a greasy sponge
I want more
I want more
Butterdog bash
Butterdog bash
Butterdog bash
Butterdog