it was something from a "shallow" movie,
as I ate a dozen hot cross buns
I was wondering how I could eat a lorry
but it must weight three tons
I sat plumped down there in a silk suit
bulging like a self raised loaf in a bag
don't bother asking for explanations,
beacuse the answer's the same,
it was the year I was fat

I answered all of Jenny's questions
no more eating jam and curds
and you follow every little menu direction
till you get back your curves
and on Miss Craigs sites, there were chicks in tights
with cottage cheese as leg flambe'
quite appetizing, I'm thinking, as I put that food away
the year I was fat

jenny looked at me quite cooly
as her talking scale handled me
it said I do folk, not cattle, can't you see,
and then later, an ex ray looked deep inside
the year I was fat

well the end of the program was coming,
and the pounds melted off of me
now I've thrown away the diet, that's just the ticket
cause the weight is all gone
but my tummy strains, in my small remains,
and it's asking for some food
and I know someday I'll eat three pizzas,
and start the cycle again
of the year I was fat