I feel my girth move above my feet,
'Round my thigh it's tumbling down, tumbling down.
I feel my gut start to rumbling,
Time for food to be found.

Oh, Baby Bombels stuffed in face.
Hello! Here comes a parfait.
Eyes darting as they scan it:
Everything in the buffet.

I feel gherkins chewed, sundered by teeth,
Apple pie I'm gobbling down.
In the food mart I'm a-trembling
When I see the ground round.

Darjeeling, that's a dear tea
And Tetley doesn't taste the same.
I gulp it down in oceans. . .
Prepare my palate for some game.
I've just got to have some gravy!

I feel the earth move under my feet,
I feel my shoes sinking down, sinking down.
People in Perth move when I have treats,
Twelve Sky Bars I'm wolfing down.

I've sunk into a hole,
Down way past my shoe soles.
I'll eat hot food, cold, warmed over,
Warmed over, warmed over. . . .

Need an earth mover to extract me
From quicksand-like crumbling ground,
Crumbling ground, crumbling ground. . . .