This is a song I wrote for Jack.
I hope he likes it.
Every bite you take
Every cake you bake
Every scale you break
Every Hostess cupcake
Weight Watcher's is for you
Every time you say
The diet starts today
Then we catch you one day
At the free buffet
Weight Watcher's is for you
Why can't you see
Past your fat belly
How your huge heart aches from your calorie intake
Every piece of steak
Every twinkie from Drake
Every diet you fake
Every Jenny named Craig
Weight watcher's is for you
Since you've gone you should see the waiter's face
The chef's asleep and there's no food in the place
You ate so fast that they swore it was a race
The dishes fell then you were gone without a trace
They were crying fatty, fatty leave
(or)
Cinnabuns, I must have dropped them while I raced
To the Ice Cream truck, couldn't keep up pace
I looked around but they'll have to be replaced
I would have called but he said he wanted space
He blocked my number damned caller id!
Every Riki Lake
Every chocolate shake
Every frosted flake
Every earth you quake
Weight Watcher's is for you
I knew you would miss me this weekend.
Damn, Alkey..you said that was for me two weeks ago. fuckin gift-recyclerer. :bouncer:
Silera and I wrote Baker a song.
Enjoy.
Next time your round, double chin scrapes the ground
Just look around, and we'll put you down
Just what makes those 40 waist pants
Think they'll cover up that roll of fat
Anyone knows that it can't
Cover that roll of fat
But he's got no hope, he's got no hope
He'll get high, then he'll cry and lose all hope
So any time you're gettin' low
'stead of eat mo'
Just remember those pants
Oops there goes another fat guy in shants
When posters call, and your back's to the wall
Just lean into it, that wall will fall
Once there was this honey-glazed ham
Thought you'd eat it with your bare hands
The people who watched ran
You kept eatin' that ham
'cause he's got no hope, he's got no hope
He's got warm apple pie in his eye hopes
So any time you're feelin' sad
'stead of feelin' bad
Just remember that ham
Oops there goes another heart attack, Damn
Your problems, fat and alone in your room
They'll cause you to crack soon
You're bound to shoot cops
Oops there goes another Paxil kerplop
Edited By IrishAlkey on 1053984154
Jack is Gooch and Gooch is Jack?????
Hmmmmmmmmm, very confusing
it was late one night, when they came into sight
standing by the edge of the road,
two big arches of gold
so I stopped and I went inside
and I settled for the night
I started with some fries, to start to appetize
I had mcnuggets, just plain, as I chowed down again
it always feels right, getting stuffed every night
for 24 - 7 their drive thru's allright
all I wanna do is eat take out food,
a shake is cool, it lifts my mood
all I wanna do is eat take out food
put it in bags to hold on to
then my gut starts to swell
it's a feeling I know well
now I can last through the night,
won't wake up, uptight
this place delivers to me
tip them just fine, easily
and in the morning when I wake, egg McMuffins are great
I told them two all beef pats,
spesh sauce, lettuce cheese,
onions and ketchup, some sesame seeds
hey tell me it's right, did I say it all right?
don't say it's wrong, just feed me all night..
all I wanna do is eat take out food,
a shake is cool, and burgers too
all I wanna do is eat take out food
put it in bags to hold on to
ooh food is love
nothing stranger,
till I'm done, all night long
all I wanna do is eat take out food,
a shake is cool, it lifts my mood
all I wanna do is eat take out food
put it in bags to hold on to
then it happened one day, I was lost, went astray
you can imagine everything, when I saw Burger king
I said please please to the man
fill me up, if you can
what Mcdonalds won't give me,
is a sandwich with onions, pickles and ham
all I wanna do is eat take out food,
a shake is cool, and burgers too
all I wanna do is eat take out food
put it in bags to hold on to
Fatter, fatter
Shake 'n' Bake, fatter, fatter
Shake 'n' Bake, fatter, fatter
Corndogs, pizza, Coca-Cola,
Yogurt, butterscotch, granola.
Look at me. I'm fatter.
I'm fatter. I'm fatter.
Friends all gather 'round me.
My enemies surround me,
Yelling "Fatso, Fatso, Fatso!"
I've eaten in every single greasy spoon on Seventh Avenue.
That's right. I'm fatter.
Don't you know my weight is going up, up, up, up, up.
I tell you, this turkey sure is tough, tough, tough, tough, tough, tough,
tough.
They got pizza on the West side,
French fries uptown.
Corn dogs deep fried in batter.
I'm fatter.
Go ahead, bite the Big Apple.
Don't mind the calories.
Pile it on my platter.
I'm fatter.
Pile it up. Pile it high up!