Grab yourself a partner, quickly nownWe can dance the Buttercup and I'll show you hownIt all came from a game we played for hoursnOutstanding in the field of flowersnBy the botanical name of RanunculusnIt inflames little funk unless the groove's improvednWith a glutinous maximal Gambian movenA double entendre or two and younnGently zoom that yellow bloom beneath your partner's chinnAnd there may show a golden glow upon that chinny skinnThence your task is to ask the spread on which they're keennYour voice should carry like Bootsy or BarrynSmooth as margarine, as you utternDo you like butter?nMoove around with a dairy airnChurning arms and a bovine starenThen flick that buttercup in the airnAnd walk away like you just don't carennSo how'd you go? Did you do OK?nDid you bump into someone as you walked away?nWell, that's your new partner without a doubtnUpdating's what the Buttercup's all aboutnHug what you love, then let it wandernYonder to ponder growing fondern‘Til one day you're reuniting with 'emnChewing the fat in ruminating rhythm (chewing that cud...)nnOoh, that's the ButtercupnIf you don't know how it goes, just make it upn...No-one really knows when you mess it upn...Don't grow roots and vegetatenGood things come to those who gyratennWell, how was that? Did it do the trick?nDid your timing suck? Did you splaff the flick?nBe free range, do it anywherenMy granny even does it in a wheelchairnThere will, in turn, be those who spurnnThe chance to enhance romance with a daggy dancenLet 'em stray on their gormless waynThey may still cotton on someday to the Buttercup...nnWell, that's about it, I hope you've found it funnNow you're bound to spread it ‘roundnTo one and all, to stranger, friend and foenSow the seed and Buttercups tend to grow!...n