the oven's on, when you're at home
a pickled ham, sans bone
kraft d, and chocolate shakes
a hershey kiss, is what it takes

you can't sleep, have to eat
you porked out, your skin's deep
your pants tight, you can't breathe
another kiss, is all you need

whoa, you like to think you're immune to fat stuff, oh yeah
it's closer to the truth, you know you can't get enough,
you might as well face it, you're addicted to grub


you see the signs, and in your eyes,
for fifty cents, you biggie size.
your ice cream, a double scoop
your pants are like a hula hoop... a hula hoop

your ham is shaved,
oblivious, you can't be saved
if there's some left for you,
you don't mind if you do


whoa, you like to think you're immune to fat stuff, oh yeah
it's closer to the truth, you know you can't get enough,
you might as well face it, you're addicted to grub

might as well face it, you're addicted to grub
might as well face it, you're addicted to grub
might as well face it, you're addicted to grub
might as well face it, you're addicted to grub
might as well face it, you're addicted to grub

the oven's on, when you're at home
a pickled ham, sans bone
kraft d, and chocolate shakes
a hershey kiss, is what it takes


whoa, you like to think you're immune to fat stuff, oh yeah
it's closer to the truth, you know you can't get enough,
you might as well face it, you're addicted to grub


might as well face it, you're addicted to grub
might as well face it, you're addicted to grub
might as well face it, you're addicted to grub
might as well face it, you're addicted to grub
might as well face it, you're addicted to grub