Well his south side got a shadow,
And it follows him around,
Just that dark tail there,
Of his derriere,
Weighs a hundred-fifty pounds.

Now fat boy's chins are double,
And his ass like a four by four,
Like some rotund babies he got jack-pot blubber,
In his skin he's fat for sure.

'Cause he fat cat, pound for pound,
The fattest ass such a huge round mound,
Fatter than a year is long,
No leaner than a stock yard hog.

Now fat boy drive a Rambler,
And all brands of tires blow,
'Cause his rims just tear and grind and ping,
The brunt of his weight ride them low.
He bought a custom Continental,
For his fat ass fit into,
It weigh 32 ton with some shocks he got from,
A heavy in-dust-ri-al crew.

'Cause he fat cat, round profound,
His fat old ass sometimes runs aground.
Fatter than a year is long,
His femur like a red wood log.

Now fried eggs got a weakness fo',
Fat boy don't ask twice.
Down at the breakfast bar,
Sat a girl enormous,
And for eatin' eggs her vice.
Every last egg she piled on hers,
And the trouble soon began,
That fat girl frowned; took possession,
Of the messin' with a knife and a frying pan.

Then this fat cat sat on down,
With this fattest lass; her eggs inbound,
Platter full and swingin' prong,
Leaner is a chunk lard hog.

Well the two then took to fightin',
As they drooled down to the floor.
Fat boy hooked and rigged a muzzle,
For to cover her teeth and gums.

'Cause they fat, cats, sloppin' down,
They're the fattest lass and lad in town,
Fatter than a year is long,
No leaner than a junk food hog.

'Cause they fatter than a year is long,
No leaner than a junk food hog.