[Intro – falsetto harmony] 🎵 Oooooooohhhh Judy! Yeah, she greasy! Oooooooh Judy! That’s a stick of Land O’Lakes, baby! --- [Verse 1] She don’t dance for singles, nah she ain’t cheap But if you got that bottle, she’ll go real deep She got a satin thong and a filthy tune And she packs her own butter in the damn green room --- [Chorus – stacked harmonies] 🎵 Booty Judy… With the churned-up glutes She don’t need no lube, she got dairy to use Booty Judy… Slicker than a spoon Spreadin’ ass cheeks in the champagne room --- [Verse 2] She got a body like a surfboard—thicc and tan With a spray-on bikini and a buttered-up plan “Wanna slide in, baby? It’s BYOB— Bring Your Own Bread, ‘cause I’m feelin’ greasy!” --- [Chorus – with added echo] 🎵 Booty Judy… Call her Butter Bae She bends like a pretzel and she moans like Clay Booty Judy… Slicker than a shroom Ridin’ pole like waves in a foamy lagoon --- [Bridge – spoken in harmony with falsetto flair] (“Is that… is that Kerrygold?”) “Nah baby, that’s Costco—double pack!” “Goddamn girl… you basted!” “Just how Daddy likes it…” --- [Verse 3 – slower groove] She don’t do nothin’ halfway, that’s for sure She got butter up her crack and some more on the floor You say you came for champagne and boobs? Well surprise, now your dick’s in a dairy chute! --- [Final Chorus – huge harmonies, surf rock finale] 🎵 Booty Judy… She’s a butter queen If it melts in your hands, you know what it means Booty Judy… Bring a mop and broom ‘Cause she’s drippin’ that ass in the champagne room! --- [Outro – surf guitar fade-out] Oooooooooh Judy… Butter on her booty… No margarine, just mood swings… Champagne dreams and anal creams...
