Yell: Oh! (Yell: Oh! Yell: Oh! Yell: Oh!)

It's care any tubby blimp shares
Some slobs get cute and cheer me
It's rare any chums mope
Some blondes (Some blondes) howl

My rear sure feels the pounds
Swells like it's preordained
Gets too squat for meat again
Eat snacks (Eat snacks)
I need some invocation cursed
Trust some crazy hacks
'Cause new clothes I wear could burst

Bare hips show gain, food chart's deceiving
The dips and chips, load on the girth risin'
Foods are grossly chubbing to the waist
Forklifts move, but they can't bear what I'm weighing

When my buzz is wild I am an eater
My abs swell, must try new saloons
How my sotted reeling trunk extends
I can't refrain, food has got upperhand
Vicious shots plow my plans
My flab becomes blubber-ly lumped

My abs become blubber-ly lumped

No way! (No way! No way! No way!)

Truss t' grip the skin thick
Barrel feels so sore, agh
And throat may peal a curdled click
Can't soon man up
My loo relief is quirky, oof
Fat'll be soon growing, rue the woe
Tum-bomb, it's primed to blow

Chair is so strained, huge arse creaks seating
From nips t' hips, pokin' tub bedizened
Roly-poly tummy slews and shakes
Sore hips bruised, with my pants' beer gut sure swaying

Then I clutched for style
I fought the eating binge
Out-punched the scorners of my thighs
My yearn to look just fit was spawned
From hand t' foot, my figure draws the wows
My style is toned
I need this brawn
My flab's become utterly plumb!