[Verse 1] Out on the bay with a pipe in his teeth, A sailor named Whisky was wild underneath. Wore boots with no laces and a hat full of flair, Had a bucket of butter stashed under his chair. [Pre-Chorus] Folks thought he was crazy, said he’d gone too far— But he’d toast your bread and beat off under the stars. [Chorus] Whisky loves butter, and he don’t give a damn, Spreads it thick while he eats his jam. No knife, no shame, just a silver spoon, Dippin’ straight from the jar like a salty buffoon. He don’t need riches, don’t need glam— Just a bucket of butter and a spoonful of jam. [Verse 2] He once wooed a boy from the port of Savanna, Brought him a gift in the shape of a banana. It was a mason jar full of strawberry goo, He said, “Darlin’, this here’s how I’ll give it to you.’” [Pre-Chorus] He laughed, then cried, then kissed him slow, And said, “You’re the strangest man I’ll ever know.” [Chorus] Whisky loves butter, and he don’t give a damn, Spreads it thick while he eats his jam. No knife, no shame, just a silver spoon, Dippin’ straight from the jar like a salty buffoon. He don’t need riches, don’t need glam— Just a bucket of butter and a spoonful of jam. [Bridge] When the sea gets rough and the nights run long, Whisky hums an old George Strait song. He pulls out the jar, lights a lantern flame, And whispers, “Butter and jam, forever the same.” [Final Chorus] Whisky loves butter, and he don’t give a damn, Spreads it thick while he eats his jam. No knife, no shame, just a silver spoon, Living salty and sweet by the light of the moon. He don’t need riches, don’t need glam— Just a bucket of butter and a spoonful of jam. [Outro] Yeah, give him butter and a spoonful of jam… That’s the sailor Whisky, the butter-lovin’ man.
