Here Comes Butterball
(To the tune of “Here Comes Santa Claus”)
Here comes Butterball
Here comes Butterball
Right down Butterball Lane
She’s gonna kick you if you
Steal fries from her plate
First, she’ll befriend you
Then, she’ll rob you
Then, she’ll run away
So hide your valuables and
Say your prayers
‘Cause Butterball comes today
Here comes Butterball
Here comes Butterball
Right down Butterball Lane
She’s got a bag that’s filled with gold
From boys and girls again
If you hear those treasures jingle-jangle
You better run away
So hop in bed and cover your head
‘Cause Butterball comes today
Here comes Butterball
Here comes Butterball
Right down Butterball Lane
She doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor
She’ll rob you all the same
So don’t even think about trying to steal
Fries from her plate
Written by PotatoCat, SquirrelHat, and a good friend of both PotatoCat and SquirrelHat. Based off the song “Here Comes Santa Claus.”