Swell, so tasty, yum!
This is the Big Nosher eatin’.
[chewing sounds]
And those cheap drinks!
Chew the fat?
I’ll do that!
Not metaphorically—by bites!

Am fillin’ face at a Blitzkrieg pace,
fast, not slowly, kale rammin’ down.
The vittles from my maw are a-slippin’ to my craw. . .
baked goods by the pound.
I am guzzlin’ like a churl. . .
fries, a big pie whirl.
I race to pack my tummy with a meal so yummy.
Then I’m feelin’ loose,
like a pong-dreck goose.
What’s tasty’s now a lotta shite!

Fat and tasty,
yum, yum, yum.
Though runny
am I, hast’ly, to loo to get light.

Back, fillin’ face at a dizzy pace,
fast, not slowly, ale’s tankin’ down.
Rivulets from maw are a-drippin’ to my craw. . .
baked goods, birds, ground round.
I am chuggin’ like a churl. . .
fries, a big ice swirl.
I race to pack my tummy, then till I feel so runny
and I’m free and loose,
like a pong-stench goose.
What’s tasty’s now an encore shite!

What’s fat, tubby,
pigging don’t abate, beaucoup to slake;
loves tasting till his weight’s like Humpty Dumpty’s?
Give up-up-up-up?
The answer’s right beside you: it is I!

Back, fillin’ face at a frisky pace.
Vast, the load of quail rammin’ down,
chitlins from my maw are a-piggin’ to my craw. . .
tasty world I’ve found.
I am lunchin’ like a churl. . .
pies, a big ice swirl.
I race to pack my tummy till my needs go runny.
Then I’m feed-spree loose,
but the stall’s in use!
Can’t wait!. . .now carpet’s not nice white.