I gain too much weight; the portion of my brain
that says, “Stay away from buffets!” is stayed.
I consume to many dates; I think I am a gourmet,
but the truth to say: gourmand is my way.
So I keep food in—
can’t stop constant chewin’.
You’ll find that I am foodin’ like a swine,
tasting everything that’s in sight.
I’m buffo for a buffet-fet-fet-fet-fet,
although I recently ate-ate-ate-ate-ate.
Tasty! I’ll go on and graze-graze-graze-graze-graze,
I graze and nosh, I graze and nosh.
Pants stayer’s gonna break-break-breakbreak-break:
Belt ain’t there; off it shake-shake-shake-shake-shakes.
Naked, I’ll go on and graze-graze-graze-graze-graze,
I graze and nosh, I graze and nosh.
I never miss an eat; I’m biting on a treat.
I’m on a gorging spree, a gorging spree.
My pants are on the floor; still, of food I want some more.
To my gut more will go, more will go,
’cause I keep foodin’,
even though I’ve two chins.
You’ll find me always chewin’, like the kine,
tasting everything I can bite,
even though my weight goes way-way-way-way-way
insane. I’ll go on and graze-graze-graze-graze-graze;
I graze and nosh, I graze and nosh.
Naysayers gonna shake-shake-shake-shake-shake
fingers sayin’, “This intake-take-take-take’s-take’s
crazy!” Still, I’m gonna graze-graze-graze-graze-graze.
I’ll graze and nosh, graze and nosh.
I graze and nosh…

[hibernation interlude]

…I graze and nosh.

Weight, weight, weight?!

I think that I could get it down if I went without fryers,
just skirt the, skirt the eats, don’t indulge,
and not come around for all the delicious treats.
Have sex and get me a girlfriend.
I can’t see my rod; my gut is like a cape
above what is swelled up down there…
can’t have a swell affair.
But hell, time is a-wasting. I won’t make-make-make-make-make
it; instead, gonna break-break-break-break
bread that bakers have just baked, bake-baked-baked-baked-baked.
Sated? Never! Gonna graze-graze-graze-graze-graze;
I’ll graze and nosh, I’ll graze and nosh.
I graze and nosh………………........................................