Little Butterball (Album Version)

Little Butterball (Album Version) - Allan Sherman

I'm called Little Butterball

Dear Little Butterball

Though I could never tell why

My calories mount

My cholesterol count

Is as high as an elephant's eye

They told me to diet

I promised I'd try it

Yet somehow my weight would not budge

Each Metrecal cookie

To me tasted ookie

So I covered it with hot fudge

I ate watercresses

And other such messes

And pushed all my favorites aside

I said to the caterers

＂No more mashed potaterers

Just baked and hash browned and french fried ＂

I sing this sad song

＇Cause my diet went wrong

＇Though I honestly tried to pay heed

I don't care how high

Is an elephant's eye

But an elephant's rear I don't need