Get out forks and knives,
There's weight to gain,
My leg is hollow.
Ham-burgers and fries,
There's always more,
That we can swallow.

Lean on me,
Doesn't belong,
My huge rear end,
It is a scary one,
'Cause, it's been too long,
Since last I did feed,
I need some cuisine on.

Please, swallow that side,
Of onion rings,
Eat 'til tomorrow.
There's gullets to fill,
It's food we need,
Go on and let go.

Go on vis-it your mother,
She may have some ham,
Glazed with that sweet honey,
Cuisine on.
And your size she won't con-demn,
There's biscuits and jam,
She don't care, you can't get your jeans on.

Lean on me,
Doesn't belong,
My huge rear end,
It is a scary one,
'Cause it's been too long,
Since last I did feed,
I need some cuisine on.

Go on visit your mother,
She may have some ham,
Glazed with that sweet honey,
Cuisine on.
And your size she won't con-demn,
There's bisquits and jam,
She don't care, you can't get your jeans on.

Some, pie al-a-mode,
And an eclaire,
No time to tarry.
Some, nice rocky road,
On des-serts we load,
They so enthral me.
Yummy,
Time to eat again,
Yummy,
Time to eat again,
Yummy,
Yummy,
Time to eat again.