(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, the condition my nutrition is in)

I woke up this mornin' feelin' run down kinda grim.
I packed my lunch in a brown paper bag within.
Some lip from a cow, a piece-a old moon pie,
Some old pork rind and some possum fry.
I can't get thin, it's just the condition my nutrition is in.

(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, the condition my nutrition is in)

I ate a bowl of frosted tootsie roll and it doubled my chin.
I watched the scale climbin' up as it was a-cavin' in.
I grabbed up a bite at burger time,
I ate so much my ass inclines.
I can't get thin, it's just the condition my nutrition is in.

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(Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, the condition my nutrition is in)

I just ain't been eatin' cool, I ate the feathers off a chicken one time,
I once had a case of gas filled up my abode, blown out my behind.
Three meals in one day and they call this square,
Eight meals for me seems just as fair.
I can't get thin, it's just the condition my nutrition is in.

I said I can't get thin, it's just the condition my nutrition is in.
Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah.