[Homer sings]
I - can’t - get - no—six-pack abs, son
I - can’t - get - no—six-pack ‘slab’, son
Though I try,
And I try—
Crunchin’ pie,
Hoistin’ rye—
I can’t GET no—
My pants LET go!

[Bart sings]
When yer driving to the gym
And you see that Springfield Doughnuts sign
It triggers in yer brain--
A frickin’ quest for mas-ti-cation
And instant grati-fructo-sa-tion
[Homer]
I chant “GET mo'--
Mo’ doughnuts, Yo!”
[Both]
Hey, HEY parfaits!
On MILky Ways!

~
[Homer]
I - can’t - get - no—six-pack abs, son
I - can’t - get - no—flab re-dac-tion
Though I try,
And I try...
Can’t deny,
Sugar’s high!
I can’t GET no—
I can’t STRETCH mo’—

[Marge]
When you're watchin’ the TV
And that chick comes on an' tells you
How Jenny Craig’s so great
Then she’s shamin’ you, “Satin’s in eclairs”
Preachin’ on ‘bout ‘evil weight’
[Homer]
I chant, “GET mo’—
Mo’ doughnuts, ho!”
[All]
Hey, HEY souflees!
On FRIto Lays!

~
[Homer]
I - can’t - get - no—six-pack abs, son
I - can’t - let - go—bag-uette's ac-tion
And the pies,
And the frys
Super-size
Butt n’ thighs!
I can’t GET no—
I pant-SWEAT so!

[Lisa]
When you're Rascalin’™ ‘round the mall
And you're tryin’ on stretch moo-moo tops
And they all look like they're Crusty's tents
Still you always end up at the Cinnabon™
Tying up like the Val-damn'dez Exxon!
[Homer]
I chant, “GET mo’—
“Mo’ doughnuts, D’Oh!”
~
[Moe]
His FANnie Mae
Banks CRÈME brûlée!

~
[Homer]
I can’t GET no—
I chant, "GET mo'!"—

I - can’t - get - no—six-pack abs, son
Six-pack abs, son...
Thick-rack crabs, yum!
Quick snack-crack, son...
~
[Bart, spoken:]
"Alright--I've had enough... Put the bacteria in his Duff--NO! In the beer, Lisa--in the BEER!"

~