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It seems your meal times are endless
Eating habits are senseless. You're sold on chow
Oh, you're a half-ton
For lunch, three chickens, unseasoned
With two cans of peas and stew
Dessert to come now

Time to gnaw on fifteen Almond Joys
They'll seat behind your navel
You know the cream-filled tarts, your appetite, did whet
But it seems that all this dining
Serves to make your legs unstable
And, it's only to the Tums, you can get

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Why's that bread white? Don't you wonder?
Again you will plunder through five or six loaves
You'll eat "em, oh, eat "em. Once you start, there's no stoppin'
In gravy, you'll sop "em till those loaves are all gone

You like meatloaf cold after dinnertime
And you won't slow till the plate does shine
Afraid to tell your doctor what you weigh
Contusions on your thighs and toes
It ain't funny when a steak knife goes astray

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Now you can't fit on park benches
Your waist grew three inches since yesterday, late
If you keep gaining, you'll need a crane just to budge you
You better let somebody nudge you
(Let somebody nudge you)
You better let somebody nudge you
You are what you ate