"Butter Outa Grass" lyrics

The whole school could smell it as he pulled up in his ute
When dad came to my class, cow dung on his boot
He been up since 3:30, mum have gone to town
You gonna have to come now, son, the milkin' cow is down
So I drove the forks and tractor wrapped around ahead
Come on ol', girl, get up or tomorrow you'll be dead
You see I was always learnin' even when I wagged my class
Like how to make a livin', makin' butter and a grass

Grass goes in one end and dung comes out the back
Milk comes out the other and you squirt it in a valve
The dung makes the grass grow, and 'round, around it goes
Milk to a make your tea, cow dung to warm your toes

Christmas Day or Easter it doesn't matter when
Milkin' every mornin' and afternoon again
Even at the bush fire, you gotta head back home
Sorry Mike, the cows can't do it on their own
Even on dad's birthday he turned the big five-o
Full as a tin can milk and he didn't even know
He was grumpy in the mornin' but I'm gonna let that pass
He had to make a livin', makin' butter and a grass

Grass goes in one end and dung comes out the back
Milk comes out the other and you squirt it in a valve
The dung makes the grass grow and 'round, around it goes
Milk to make your tea, cow dung to warm your toes

Dad told rude stories, mum would leave the room
Always a lady, lavender and perfume
She had her standards and dad had his too
But his one's so high, so what's a lady do
She boils up a kettle and butters up a stone
By the time the pot was brewed, the dirty charc' was gone
Now I propose a toast, so would you raise your glass?
To folks who make a livin, makin' butter out of grass

Grass goes in one end and dung comes out the back
Milk comes out the other and you squirt it in a valve
The dung makes the grass grow and 'round, around it goes
Milk to make your tea, cow dung to warm your toes
Why do I work so hard? It's who I am I suppose
Milk to make your tea, cow dung to warm your toes