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Suuuuuuuuet!
Suuuuuuuuet!
Cuz I'm plump in the hips, man:
Jog around the block.
Jog around the block.
Jog around the block.
Cuz I'm friggin' gargantuan:
Walk around the block.
Walk around the block.
Walk around the block.
And cuz I'm piggin' out on fatty food:
Trot around the block.
Trot around the block.
Trot around the block.
I got such roly-poly arms and I'm swollen, rotund.
Man, I'm solid, obese and my gut is growing broad.
I'm a wide dude. Wearing wide jeans.
Eating rice stew. Eating ice-creams.
Pudgy rolled flesh here. Million-XL coat.
Fat's wider from choc-filling down my throat.
I’m bantam? Posterior like six kegs.
Yo, my derriere plays two-a-side cribbage.
Shirkin' exercise, dude. Get an "E" in Phys. Ed.
Eat from the pan, man, that's how my body's thickset.
Jelly and the sweets, got a belly fifteen feet.
Eatin' meals that would fill up Godzilla in a week.
So don't try no running, jumps or speed walking. I'm a flabby kid.
Shy from athletics.
Hell, I'm bigger than the rest. I see food, snatch a bit.
Then I microwave it. Just a second *ding!*
Battered snacks, and a baked pork feed.
You think I give a stuff it makes my weight umpteen?
Cuz I'm plump in the hips, man:
Jog around the block.
Jog around the block.
Jog around the block.
Cuz I'm friggin' gargantuan:
Walk around the block.
Walk around the block.
Walk around the block.
And cuz I'm piggin' out on fatty food:
Trot around the block.
Trot around the block.
Trot around the block.
I got such roly-poly arms and I'm swollen, rotund.
Man, I'm solid, obese and my gut is growing broad.
A weight gainer. My butt's too fat.
Eat big hot dogs? Yeah, I love to do that.
I got a "wide load" sign here on my backside.
I love my chicken breast fried. Yeah, makes my hips wide.
Weight is rather great, I break the scales at 808.
I gorge so much, my last date was a blue whale.
Food, Mr Whippy, yum, chop-suey!
Stetson's, double the cheese, add a tub o' grease!
I’ll have steak wrapped in bacon and then milkshakes and
Seafoodspecial-fried-with-Cajun in a bowl gets eaten.
Cooked wings and then
swallow whole a roast swine.
By god, my old underwear's
tight here, must have hives!
The goat meat will sizzle, burning all the pickles.
I order seven prune puds and five pies tripled.
Sauces will get drizzled and trickle out in ripples.
Cheese on the pizza, with gravy on the gristle!
Cuz I'm plump in the hips, man:
Jog around the block.
Jog around the block.
Jog around the block.
Cuz I'm friggin' gargantuan:
Walk around the block.
Walk around the block.
Walk around the block.
And cuz I'm piggin' out on fatty food:
Trot around the block.
Trot around the block.
Trot around the block.
I got such roly-poly arms and I'm swollen, rotund.
Man, I'm solid, obese and my gut is growing broad.
I'm a fat boy. Pretty adipose.
Wide and gross lard, I tear all my clothes.
My weight's surplus. Don't do gym class.
Big food hog, one huge barge-arse.
Like a submarine, can't walk across a beam.
Cannot play ball sports: I'd make my own team.
Oh, you want to run 'round a bloody sports track?
Break these shorts I’m wearin, now can I stop yet?
Excess food, chow I can't refuse.
My calories flying, KFC abuse.
Can't eat fried goo? Tight belt, I'll miss you.
I'm on a diet, I gotta trim this tissue.
Gristle? Chickos? Dips? No more chips, dude.
Must pant, exercise and cut the boozing and crap food.
My wide, jigglin’ fat must vamoose.
Maybe my clothes will fin’lly feel a bit loose!
Cuz I'm plump in the hips, man:
Jog around the block.
Jog around the block.
Jog around the block.
Cuz I'm friggin' gargantuan:
Walk around the block.
Walk around the block.
Walk around the block.
And cuz I'm piggin' out on fatty food:
Trot around the block.
Trot around the block.
Trot around the block.
I got such roly-poly arms and I'm swollen, rotund.
Man, I'm solid, obese and my gut is growing broad.
Suuuuuuuuet!
