I've been working on this song for a while. Here's a rough, early morning version. The subject is loosely the dangers of flattery.
Buttered Up by Billy Dechand, 2019
Buttered up, Buttered up
I can never never never get enough
Buttered up, Buttered up
I can never never never get enough
All it takes is a lie
She turned up the heat and I
Melted down to a mound
Then she spread a little salt all around
Tell me why, tell me how
I get flattered like a fattened up sow
Tell me why, tell me how
I get flattered like a fattened up sow
All it takes is a lie
She turned up the flame as I sat in the skillet
What a thrill, she called my name
Thought I was hip, but buttered up, slipped
Buttered up, Buttered up, Buttered up
What a trip, That’s a thick stick
A Solid pound of butter what a kick
Thought that I was more hip
This whole butter bucket's whipped, what a jip
All it takes is a lie
She turned up the heat and I
Melted down, to the ground
Tried to stand up, but dripped down
Buttered up, Buttered up, Buttered up...