Here comes Natty Togs, not-plump Fancy Togs…
ain’t appearing plain.
Fixed up in slick duds, got no gut and
just a little vain.
Swell he’s looking; that’s a good thing—
shoes are shiny and bright.
Stunning stockings and well-coiffed hair.
Yes, natty Togs looks alright!

Here comes Natty Togs; walks fast and shan’t slog,
moves at a fast rate.
He’s got the swagger of a boy
who snorts coke off a plate.
Hear his earrings jingle-jangle…reflect gleaming light.
Atop his head, a Homburg he sheds
when he’s greeting you at night.

Here comes Fancy Togs, here comes Natty Togs,
strutting a fast pace.
He isn’t round, is far from stout
he’s got “Ozempic face.”
Tweaked his girth with little pills
scored for splitting and bright white.
He’s giving thanks for a quite light lunch;
his cheek bones are kinda tight.

Here comes Natty Togs; he’s no fatty hog…
near thin as a rake
Fixed up in slick duds, looks kinda vain, but
give the guy a break!
Swell he’s looking; not much cooking—
manages a few bites.
Pounds came off when he started fare
of fat-cease drugs; now frame’s slight.