I want lots of chips
And I want lots of oil
I don’t care about flabby
It’s the same for cholesterol
I wear quadruple XL
And cannot stand up
And when I need to go to the toilet
It really sucks
I can’t take my clothes off
And I need a nanny
She lifts up my flab
And gets in the nooks and crannies
My eyes a just slits
So I can’t see the mirror
But I am pretty certain
That I ain’t getting thinner
I cannot see my toes anymore
And I’m not sure of my weight anymore
My face is so fat that for years I haven’t cried
Coz I’ve been taken over by the fried
My life has no meaning
I eat like a pig
I hate all the healthy stuff
Especially figs
But it don’t matter
Coz I’m not athletic
And that’s what makes my life
So extremely pathetic
And I am a fat guy
Of massive consumption
But it’s not my fault
It’s how I’m programmed to function
My eyes a just slits
So I can’t see the mirror
But I am pretty certain
That I ain’t getting thinner
I cannot see my toes anymore
And I am not sure of my weight anymore
My face is so fat that for years I haven’t cried
Coz I’ve been taken over by the fried
Forget about diets
And forget dieticians
Coz I’m killing myself
On my own little mission
Yes I’m obese
Now, what’s for dinner?
Kentucky Fried Chicken
Oh we’re on to a winner
I cannot see my toes anymore
And I’m not sure of my weight anymore
My face is so fat that for years I haven’t cried
Coz I’ve been taken over by the fried