Well his southside 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 a jack-pot blubber,
In his skin he's fat for sure.

'Cause he fat, fat, go slim down,
The fattest ass you've seen pound for pound,
Fatter than a year is long,
No leaner than that old Boss 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, fat, go slim down,
The fattest ass I've seen pound for pound,
Fatter than a year is long,
No leaner than that old Boss Hog.

Now fried eggs got a weakness fo',
Fat boy don't ask twice.
Down at the breakfast bar,
Sat a girl enormous,
Who was eatin' eggs with rice.
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.

'Cause he fat, fat, go slim down,
The fattest ass I've seen pound for pound,
Fatter than a year is long,
No leaner than that old Boss 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 he fat, fat, go slim down,
The fattest ass I've seen pound for pound,
Fatter than a year is long,
No leaner than that old Boss Hog.

'Cause he fatter than a year is long,
No leaner than that old Boss Hog.