out in the town of south park, lived el fatso
all by himself in his own selfish world
night times he'd dream of la casa bonita
music would play and ol' fat boy would whirl

black were his plans for the young boy named butters
wicked and evil, the things he would tell
he said that life on the earth would be fadin'
butters believed and fell under his spell

he said a screamin' fireball came down
killin' his friends and his kin
smashin' and tearin'...the people dispairing
it looked like goodbye for the world that he loved

in the shelter...
he hunkered each night in the dark of his haven
on a thin blanket he slept on the floor
the silence was broken by only his heartbeat
waitin' for someone to knock on his door

suddenly, there was a break in the silence
someone was knockin'...a savior had come
when the hatch opened, he saw his fat friend, there
warnin' him that he must climb up and run

out of the shelter the both of them ran
over the wrecked countryside
he would have been stunned but butters could see none
because of a blindfold, that fatso supplied

they ran as...
fast as they could all the way to the junkyard
fatso said it was the best place to go

he had been bitten so his life was worthless
butters would soon be the only one left
he'd be in charge of all life recreatin'
he must be stronger or man would face death

fatso got up and away he did go
leavin' the boy in the dark
maybe tomorrow, the police may find him
tonight, he will visit the cave of black bart

and at last, here...
he stands in the doorway of casa bonita
he can hear music and see puppet shows
smell of food's strong, and it pushes him onward
wantin' to sample the food that he saw

off to the right he saw five big policemen
off to the left, stood a dozen or more
shouting and pointin'...he can't let them catch him
he climbs to the cliff tops...then downward he soars

something goes dreadfully wrong, as he falls
he didn't know he was so high
he really can't swim...he can only dogpaddle
he's gettin' weary...a cramp in his side

but his love for...
the restaurant was strong, so he rose where he'd fallen
he had to hurry...twas no time to rest
they used the handcuffs...they weren't gonna trifle
seems the policemen had gotten his best

he didn't mind that the police had found him
all things considered, it was quite a night
out in the parkin' lot, there stood a cop car
fatso got in, and we all waved "goodbye"