Joey was so fat
Guzzled beer by the jug
Back in O'Malley's pub
Eatin' a big ol' sub

But the doc, he told ol' Joe
that his EKG did show
and the stuff that he would eat!
All the carbs and fatty meat--

But the doc, he told the guy
that his food would make him cry
And a new menu was made
And ol ' Joe was freshly weighed

And, oh, the scale did spin
It showed how bad a shape ol' Joe was in
Doc said, "You don't need those sweets no more
"Don't you make me repeat no more
Glory be!"
But Joey cracked a grin
I knew he didn't think the doc would win
"Don't you eat chocolate pie no more!
Don't you marbled meat no more!
Get me, Joe?"

So Joe went down to get lunch
And he started in to munch
And he scanned the menu close
And he twitched his hungry nose

"I want my chicken fried!"
I said "But Joe, you're getting wide!"
"Fry it till the skin is soaked!"
Thought he'd eat until he choked!

"I want my chicken fried!"
That's what he said the day he up and died!
Greasy fingers slick with fatty grease
See ya later, Joe, now rest in peace
So, bye bye!