She can eat half a whale
And still have room for pie
Every bite that she takes adds to cottage cheese thighs
If she hikes up a cheek better pray for a breeze
She's submarine size
But she's only a turbo, CLASS B

So when push comes to shove
She can flush it or heave it
She can squeeze in a phone booth
But prob'ly not leave it
She might be the guest star of HANNIBAL 111
She eats like a wolf
But she's only a sumo,CLASS B

CHORUS

Oh, she just eats once a day
But she starts around dawn
And slops well into night
Oh, and she never puts out
Though I never want in
I'd get lost without light

She's got her own section
At the " GARDEN - OF - EATIN' "
She's been known to head butt them
If they cut off her feedin'
As they bring out the last
Of the wurst, pray for me
She eats like a wolf
But she's only a sumo, CLASS B

CHORUS

She eats 'till she's blind
Or they're all out of gruel
When she sits down to pig out
She uses two stools
Her weight's been restricted
By public decree
All her cud lets her chew
Is a meadow or two
'Cause she's only a sumo, CLASS B