Oops, I think I left my face Down the road a little ways Hope it's not run over by a truck. I'll be back in just a while Wouldn't want to cramp your style So wish me just a bit of luck. You were there and I was there I saw you spinning in the air But I guess that's over now. I'd thought these words were true There's nothing more that I can do Than take a trip to the electric cow. It's making margarine From the wreck of our unborn love Making margarine You just gave me a little shove. IT'S NOT BUTTER!