And she runs, to her Lays, pours a pile, on her plate
Hon-ey buns, she goes ape, and I wait

she eats fries, at any place, day and night, and-every day
and-Drool is pouring, down her neck-and-coat, fills a lake up
smears her make-up
large bill yeah-eh-yeah
I can't eat with her, oh-no

I find a blender in the kitchen, and it's filled with-some gin
Rummage through the refrigerator, I find nothing within
I can't believe she's really here, yes she's prying at that bread
I think she really eats to much, and she will not rest!

bread crumbles on-to her plate, amongst the shreaded pork
I see her look up to me, she has the beer of her choice
And if she gets-much wider, she won't fit-through the door

I won't sleep with her tonight! ,no
I won't sleep with her tonight!
I won't sleep with her tonight! no
I won't sleep with her tonight!
I won't sleep with her, oh no!