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