It's right after dinner
He's burping and scratching crotch
He slurps on his fifth beer
And lets his belt out a notch
And then he asks me
"Is my shirt too tight?"
And I say yes, you look overfull tonight

We go to a party
He heads for the cake and pie
I do all the talking
As seconds and thirds go by
And then he mumbles
"Is there more buffet?"
And I say yes, you have overfilled your stay

He's so overfull
Because he just can't say no to free food
And the wonder of his gall
Is that he doesn't know it's rude
How much he consumes

It's time to go home now
He's got to be full by now
I think he possesses
Stomachs of a cow
We hit a diner
That's open through the night
He says, my darling, let's just stop in for a bite
Oh, my darling, I'm not overfull tonight