Pigging out since he left the womb,
Wears super size pants, don't you know.
Eatin' at picnics (all day oh)
Then callin' out for some Dominoes.

Eats that margarine by the mile,
Has tea and honey when upset.
Stays in denial (all day oh)
He sinks his teeth into Tagamet.

He's real ripe for that sandwich hype says:
Hold the mayo, hold the mayo,
It's called food a-ddic-tion.

He makes waitresses run for days,
So much food piles it up on the floor.
On the food he grooves (all day oh)
Then with a wink, goes and orders more.

Thinks he's cool how he pricks the cooks,
He likes his food ordered on demand.
When the mustard zings (no mayo)
We're talking 'bout food a-ddic-tion.

Hits the skids supermarket place says:
Where's the mayo? where's the mayo?
It's called food a-ddic-tion.

Get some meat off the street, road kill snack,
Cut an arm then he pulls it back.
Fries in lard, and so (adds mayo)
Now slice that roast a la Cadillac.

In and out all day he pops,
He knows the routes to the donut shops
It's food romance (all day oh)
Eats some grub, then go take stock.

He likes fries with cheese and chicken,
Food he enjoys is his gremlin.
And Chinese to go, (buffet-oh)
He's got the signs of a-ddic-tion.