Butterin' Up Billy

"Butterin' Up Billy" Well it started on a Friday, down in Tupelo, Me and Billy

drinkin’ whiskey with the rodeo, He said, "Man, I got a

rash, it’s itchin' real mean," I said, “Don’t you fret, I got Vaseline…”

But I reached in the fridge, and what do I see? A stick o’

cold butter, starin’ back at me! So I buttered up Billy,

yeah I helped my friend, Slid that stick where the sun don’t bend,

He said, “Dang, that’s cold!” — I said, “You’ll be fine,”

Just another Friday night crossin’ that line. In a world full o' judgment,