On the farm where I grew up
Had real butter constantly
But when war years came along
Spreading changes there would be

Margarine, the cheaper spread
People soon began to buy
But the dairy industry
Made a whiteness rule apply

Used to mix our own yellow margarine
Yellow margarine, Yellow margarine
Had to mix our own yellow margarine,
Yellow margarine, Yellow margarine

With a color packet came
Little tab, as red as flame
When we blended it, ole'

We spread bread with a yellow margarine,
Yellow margarine, Yellow margarine
No more white had a yellow margarine,
Yellow margarine, Yellow margarine

Butter is dead, said the farmers, butter is dead
Butter seemed dead, it did, yes sir
In the market, on the table,
Cheap price, Sir, cheap price
Thrifty, thrifty)

States let regulations ease
Yellow margarine was sold to please
Yellow M was we'd need)
White's not right, like butter's keen
(White's not right, like butter's keen)
We need yellow margar-eene
(Good old yellow margar-eene, aha)

Nowadays we buy yellow margarine,
Yellow margarine, yellow margarine
Some as good as butter we have seen
Yellow margarine, yellow margarine

Nowadays we buy yellow margarine,
Yellow margarine, yellow margarine
Some as good as butter we have seen
Yellow margarine, yellow margarine