phat people

one

two

three

check it out

on the road to sandwiches and chicken wings

phat people do phat things

using salt and pepper for their seasonings

phat people do phat things

check it out

it's b to the i to the double l-y

my friends all know i'm not an ordinary guy

i like little things

like chicken wings

bbq sauce

honey mustard

onion rings

and when my cell phone rings it goes jingle-jing

i say hello

i say hello

i say who this be?

they say it's fancy ned

i got a fancy head

i'll eat a fancy ass sandwich on some fancy ass bread

the wait is over

shut up

bend over

i hang with bar stools

i chill with grover

the boy ebola

my boy phat too

and my girl so phat that they call her oprah

i got that green like a bowl of okra

loose change so phat can't fit my sofa

i head to the bank

call the shit my grocer

it's sex in the city

get the phat mimosa

me and b

we phat boys

hang with phat girls

driving phat toys

fuck dan aykroyd

i'm live on a saturday night

i got two phat girls

i'm doing it right

like my name john goodman

i got the phat crib so i'm doing real good

man

and i'm up to no good

man

this is how i get phat

call the shit cooking

phat people do phat things

i tip waitresses

i tip scales

my style is kind of phat like an orca whale

i'm sipping whole milk as i stare

thinking i can be your oprah

you can be my gail

cause i am a phat boy

never been to bally's

married to this phat life

call me kirstie alley

married to the snack life

counting every calorie

might just open up a phat boy art gallery

what else you do

b?

i'll make it easy

what else you do

b?

for girls to squeeze me

i'm phat but my numbers run

listen son

i'm a show them how it's done

when my swagger weighs a ton

stickin' straws inside of girls

you can call me the capri sun

i make the girls drip

so i guess i eat gushers

screaming out yeah like i'm eating out usher

in your dad's bedroom where i fuck you

knockin' on the door

so you're screaming out nothing"