Butter Ball, To the Tune of Wreaking Ball By Miley Cyrus

I spent my early life Looking out from behind The chain link fence on the turkey farm There they fed me right Fattened up my thighs After all, what could be the harm If it was up to me I would never leave It's where I prefer to spend my years But alas will come the day When all good turkey's have to say Arrivederci...I am outta here I was born to be a Butter Ball Unlike those sloppy pigs that live next door To be a tender turkey is my call And all you want to do is eat me Yes, you wanna eat me They just took Turkey Jack To the shed out back Where we never heard from him again Just like yesterday With my friend Turkey Dave Strange they haven't messed with Turkey Slim Am I the next in line Could this here be my time My head placed on the chopping block As I say my goodbyes To all the gals and guys I gobble to Mary Lou as an after thought I was born to be a Butter Ball So delicious they're coming back for more Tenderized to the very core All they want to do is eat me I was born to be a Butter Ball A slap in the face to the Honey Ham To be a tinder turkey is my call Heavy on the gravy with a side of yams Now that you know my tale I hope I told it well Enjoy this day with your family and your friends So remember then Don't leave the stuffing in And dinner will go the way that it was planned I was born to be a Butter Ball The highest honor of them all Into the open oven I must fall Cause all you want to do is eat me Yes, all you wanna do is eat me