Here Comes Butterball

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.”

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