Well, she got her daddy's truck, and got stuck in the big bucket seat now.
Seems she forgot all about the new diet, she had gone on again, now.
And with the strength of a wrestler, she hauls the 'frigerator away, now.

And she'll have Lunch, Lunch, Lunch 'til her doctor takes the T-bone away.

Well, the boys won't date her, cause her manners are such a disgrace, now.
The bathroom scale tips 500, 'cause she's always found stuffing her face, now.
You can't take her out to dinner, 'cause she'll eat everything in the place now.

And she'll have Lunch, Lunch, Lunch 'til her doctor takes the T-bone away.

Oh-well, now don't look surprised, 'cause your doctor's gotten wise to you, now.
And since he took your Diner's Club, well, your feasting days are long overdue, yeah.
But you can come along with me, 'cause I got a side of beef to chew, now.

And we'll have Lunch, Lunch, Lunch now that doctor took the T-bone away.
And she'll go Munch, Munch, Munch now, on anything that gets in her way.
She'll start with Brunch, Brunch, Brunch - you can find her at the breakfast buffet.
She'll eat a Bunch, Bunch, Bunch now, of pancakes and a mushroom soufflé.
Washed down by Punch, Punch, Punch, Coca Cola, and a Chocolate Frappe.
I've got a Hunch, Hunch, Hunch she will never fit through her garden gate.