My poor waistline, it is explodin'
Buttons poppin', flesh unfoldin'.
Pizza, Whoppers, Wendy's, and Arches Golden,
I know you're not good for me but I love this food I'm holdin',
And even my diet root beer has a scoop of ice cream floatin'.
Now you tell me, over and over and over again my friend,
That I'm in desperate need of professional
Liposuction.

Can't you understand my cry of dismay.
Can't you feel the hunger that I'm feeling today.
I'm a glutton for mutton, I don't care what you say.
And a slice of cherry pie is my dessert for today.
I'll finish off that chocolate sundae on your plate if I may.
And then you tell me, over and over and over again my friend,
That I'm in desperate need of professional
Liposuction.

I think of all the plates of dim sum there are in China
Then I find a Country Buffet, (there isn't nothing finer).
You may eat there for four days straight,
And still go back again, (but get a new clean plate).
Over satiation is the basis of my weight.
And then you tell me, over and over and over again my friend,
That I'm in desperate need of professional
Liposuction.