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Ray Stevens

Fat

 

Fat

(album: Surely You Joust - 1986)


My new driver's license photo
Makes me look like Quasimoto
And all my clothes are styled for me
By Minnesota Fats

The diet drink I live on
Soon may take the place of Decon
Heard it killed 8-million Laboratory rats

Every night I dream of Ding Dongs
That are big enough for King Kong
And someday I may just be that big myself.

Stepped on the scales, put in a dime
Card came out, said "One at a time"
I tell ya friends, I really need some help

[Chorus:]
Cause I'm fat
I feel so fat
The bottoms of my feet
Are the only parts of me that's flat
In a society where thin is in
And lean is where it's at
Fat. Oh,hoo, hoo oo...Why do I have to be so fat?
You're so fat [background voices]

Started workouts with Jane Fonda
When I couldn't get in my Honda
I's determined I'd turn all my flab to lean

I would hear of some new diet
And I'd run right out and try it
Didn't eat a thing for weeks that wasn't green.

Every week down at the fat club
I would proudly stand up
Tell my weight loss, and give my testimony

Lost 50 pounds, I's feeling great
Just had one drink to celebrate
And went right out and ate
A french-fried shetland pony

[Chorus]

[begin standup comedy:]
Somebody put a bumber sticker on my car
Said honk if you've got groceries

I's just standing on a corner
And a cop came over, and asked me to break it up

Evel Knievel called
Wants to jump me

Earl Sheib wouln't paint me
For eighty-nine ninety-five

Good Year called
Wants me to join the fleet
Cover the next Superbowl

All the chairs in my house got seatbelts

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