Your gut wanders 'round
And becomes much more round,
And you'll grow several sizes. . .44.
You'll waddle gamely.
"I let Jerrod shame me."
So you eat what says this once porky whore.

He showed big pants back from when he was cor-
pulent, a bloated mope who looked like Tor.

Don't eat at the Subway, darlin',
You'll look like a porker, babe.
Don't eat at the Subway, darlin',
That 12-inch long
With mayo on the side
Is all wrong,
'less you're astride me with labes.

You value your heart?
I suggest you be smart.
Or your girth will be greatly inflated.
You'll increase your size,
When you find that your eyes
Are bigger than your tummy—it's sated.

Good bites at this place; you won't find, you know;
It's all pretend, just huckster-sellin' show.

Don't eat at the Subway, darlin',
You'll have to be portaged, babe.
Don't eat at the Subway, darlin',
That stringy thong
Will dig into your sides;
A sarong
You'll need to hide that weight gain.