Robin Williamson - Butter lyrics

I got a gift of bu*ter, now Good bu*ter it was claimed to be I dont think it was from a cow And if it was, it cowed me A beard was growing on the stuff A goatish beard without a doubt Ah. it was sickly, sour and rough With poison juices seeping out Ah, it was slick. ah, it was grey I dont think any goat produced it I had to face it every day Oh, how I wish I had refused it The salts a thing it never knew In fact Im sure they never met It sprouted spots of green and blue It made me ill. Im not right yet