Fatter
By Brian and Thomas Geraghty
What you gonna do with that steak fat
If you don't mind, can I eat that
What you gonna do with that ham bone
Can I gnaw that, on the way home
They ask me what's the matter
Well I can feel myself getting fatter
My cholesterol is off the charts
Can I have some more of them deep-fried pop-tarts
Where you going with that bucket of chicken
Fried taters make me feel good looking
Where you going with that appley pie
Taste so damn good makes a fat man cry
They ask me what's the matter
Well I can feel myself getting fatter
Smorgasbord's my favorite word
I just gave birth to a ten pound turd
When you gonna fetch me some dinner
I'm just sitting here getting thinner
Why you only think of yourself
Roll my fat ass over to the pantry shelf
They ask me what's the matter
Well I can feel myself getting fatter
My butt's so gosh darn large
I just got a job as a cargo barge
I'm getting ready for my dessert
I can tell that, because my belt hurts
Krispy Kreme doughnuts knocks my socks off
Pile my ice cream, in a hog trough
They ask me what's the matter
Well I can feel myself getting fatter
On the whipped cream you shouldn't skimp
I've gotten fatter that a big ole blimp
I'm as hungry as a big bass
Been ten whole minutes since I ate last
I take a jumbo bag of tater chips
Serve it up with the family size onion dip
They ask me what's the matter
Well I can feel myself getting fatter
I like my steak served damn near raw
I got so dang fat I have to wear a bra
Get the piany case good and ready
Hold the pay loader nice and steady
Cushion the edges with some muffins
A whole turkey and some cornbread stuffing
They asked me what's the matter
I told them fat, fat, fat, fat, fatter
Now my life has come to pass
Now all you skinny sons of bitches can kiss my fat ass, goodbye
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