Spare ribs, mojos - chicken wings and thighs.
Consumin' tubs o' slaw - another side of fri-ies.
Future's grim - unless you - join a gym.
Well, your dress is looking fatter than before.

Do you remember baby - you were slender.
Wore your dresses tight – Hugged the curves just right.
Then - Whoopsie daisy! - Bathroom scale went crazy,
Now your dress is looking fatter than before.

There's no use in you a-splurging.
I've chained up the ice-box - at doctor's urging.
And thrown away the pies - Said goodbye to steaks,
"Cause of you-ou-ou-ou-ou . . . . .

Arobic dancin', baby - at Jen-ny Craig.
Until they - caught you chomping, baby - on Jen-ny's leg.
You're on the prowl for chow.
Well baby - who's sorry now?
Your dress is looking fatter than before.
The stress is buckle-ing the floor.
Your dress is so much fatter than the door.