i come from a land of kebabs and curries
second helpings
no worries. pile the carbs upon the plate
then one day
it's too late. no breakfast
no luncheon
just carpets i'm munching
a thimble of self-esteem. glazed nothing for afters
an absence of laughter
the saddest that i've ever been. you just can't be portly
not this side of 40
showbiz
a single chin game. scum paparazzi's and weight police nasties
have narrowed the hall of fame. no one likes a fat pop star
pop is a place for the thin. no one likes a fat pop star
we want to hear thin people sing!
when i get faint
i chew through my restraints
it's the best meal that i've had all week. if i could eat my own words
i'd tear through the verbs
but nobody pays me to speak. no one likes a fat pop star
pop is a place for the thin. no one like a fat pop star
we want to hear thin people sing!
now you've upset me
i feel like a snack. a packet of minstrels
a pie and a nap. so what's wrong with that?
no breakfast
no luncheon
just carpets i'm munching
a thimble of self-esteem. glazed nothing for afters
an absence of laughter
the thinnest that i've ever been. thank you