All I could eat was chips each night
on my degree it got me through
The takeaways and beers I drink
and a page of the dissertation I'd do
I couldn't tell if these kebabs were part
of the reason that I kept farting
Writing this coursework for you
But when I could you know I would
buy more deep pans than my pants could stand
I'd Subsist on Junk Food

All it brought me was a poor 2:3
burgers appeal - my fate is sealed
For stones to grow and kilo's come
and now it shows
It just my stomach that has grown
just my stomach that has grown on me
But then my lunch all ready, done
known in advance by the chip shop man
I'd Subsist on Junk Food

down to the pub every lunch time
on my degree and on the booze
of cigarettes and beers I'd stink
done a page of the dissertation I'd to
I couldn't tell when my shirt fell apart
nor the reason that I kept farting
Writing this coursework for you
But when I could you know I would
buy more deep pans than my pants could stand
But when I could you know I would
buy more deep pans than my pants could stand
and then my lunch all ready, done
known in advance by the chip shop man
I'd Subsist on Junk Food
I'd Subsist on Junk Food
I'd Subsist on Junk Food