i'm eating tonight...i feel right at home...right !
i'm a punk and my voice is so brassy
eat too much and i get a little gassy
mom's upset by my weight...what a pity
ate so much, coulda fed half the city

yes sir, mom said...eatin' her out of
house and home...don't fit my clothes
i like hot dogs, pot pies, and apple betties
i feel perverse when i see spaghetti is near
with a glass of root beer

house and home

get on with the meal
what's the deal ?...ain't ya able ?
please, start a ' cookin'
put the eats on the table
big love handles makes a bulge in my middle
ma's at the stove and food's on the griddle

food's up...sit down...soon there's nothin'
it tastes so good, i just start stuffin' it
down my throat...that's all she wrote
i'm a chubby guy... and i can't look down at my feet
when i walk down the street

house and home

mama says it's house and home
i'm such a fat child
plus a punk and a creep
i'm such a fat child
plus a punk and a creep
i'm such a fat child
plus a punk and a creep