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Grab yourself a partner, quickly now We can dance the Buttercup and I'll show you how It all came from a game we played for hours Outstanding in the field of flowers By the botanical name of Ranunculus It inflames little funk unless the groove's improved With a glutinous maximal Gambian move A double entendre or two and you Gently zoom that yellow bloom beneath your partner's chin And there may show a golden glow upon that chinny skin Thence your task is to ask the spread on which they're keen Your voice should carry like Bootsy or Barry Smooth as margarine, as you utter "Do you like butter?" Moove around with a dairy air Churning arms and a bovine stare Then flick that buttercup in the air And walk away like you just don't care So how'd you go? Did you do OK? Did you bump into someone as you walked away? Well, that's your new partner without a doubt Updating's what the Buttercup's all about Hug what you love, then let it wander Yonder to ponder growing fonder Songtexte'Til one day you're reuniting with 'em Chewing the fat in ruminating rhythm (chewing that cud...) Ooh, that's the Buttercup If you don't know how it goes, just make it up ...No-one really knows when you mess it up ...Don't grow roots and vegetate Good things come to those who gyrate Well, how was that? Did it do the trick? Did your timing suck? Did you splaff the flick? Be free range, do it anywhere My granny even does it in a wheelchair There will, in turn, be those who spurn The chance to enhance romance with a daggy dance Let 'em stray on their gormless way They may still cotton on someday to the Buttercup... Well, that's about it, I hope you've found it fun Now you're bound to spread it 'round To one and all, to stranger, friend and foe Sow the seed and Buttercups tend to grow!... Aus Songtexte Mania