America is the land of conspicuous consumption. This tends to create more than a few souls who should be wearing a 'wide load' patch on their jeans.

Well, I suppose, probably wandering around in the Food Court of the local mall, the super market. There should be a twelve step program for these people but they would need a fork lift to negotiate it.

Overweight Lover

You're the girl of my dreams
You're the one in my heart
But there's so much of you to love
I don't know where to start
I've seen whales in the ocean
I've seen cows on the plain (mooooo...)
But the sheer size of you,
Is the only memory that remains

You're my overweight lover
Overweight lover yeah
My overweight lover
You're my overweight lover
Overweight lover....

When we go to bed babe
I never count sheep (Baaaaaaaaaaaa)
Cause the thing that scares me the most
Is you might roll over in your sleep
Sometimes when we make love
I'm so glad you're not thin
I'm moving and I'm groovin
But tell me darling and I in???

CHORUS

She sounds like a diesel
When she comes in the night
And squeals like a trailer full of pigs
Locking up the brakes at 80 miles an hour
I love you so much
You're the best that I've found
If we could sell your love by weight
You'd be the most expensive piece around.

CHORUS and ad-libbing