Eh (echoes)
I think i ate way too much burgers, eh (echoes)
an' i don't know why (echoes)
Why i just want some more, heheh (echoes)

Chorus:
I think my tum is calling burgers
I think my tum is calling burgers
I think my tum is calling burgers
I think my tum is calling burgers

Verse 1:
Hey man, can you feel my pain
If you can't you're lucky, cause it hurts so bad anyway
just hear my tum - you see?
It growls, like a, big bear
when there is no sound
Fold up the curtain-blinds, turn the air on 'high'
don't smell me from behind
that's a fart - i never wanna do one again
never again, and the food is to blame
I just got caught up in my Range Rover, i pulled over
to the Macca's on Cross Roads corner
Ordered a Big Mac, actually several Big Macs
To tell the truth, i had 6 Big Macs and some large fries
and a Mcflurry and a large Coke too, i'm not kiddin
pickles flyin' out the window, gotta cravin' for fast food and
i can't believe the amount of calories
i just had, but my tum still calls out 'burgers'

Chorus

Verse 2:
I only eat with the best of them, fart on the rest of them
the food is comin, i got a hundrd styles of chicken with sauce
on the chickens, cause it's boring to taste
plain, i twitch because the food is so nice
i'm lvin life just on fast food, fellin so crude
in my Ferrari sayin' my order, sayin' "what up, dude"
i'm in a bad mood, no more fat
no more choc, yes i have to give choc up
it's a Green Day throwback, a broken dream
i don't even know where sugar comes from
You ever heard of mixin chocalte with some day-old rum? it feels sticky
Mix it a lot of fat meat, you got me
And my smell is a little too savage, just like me
Be looked upon as one of the bums in the bad street
Y'all wanna actually live with me? It's unheard of
'cause man, my tum just calls out burgers

Chorus

Verse 3:
nobody loves me
Sometimes they look at me and throw up all over me
i take a look at myself, i'm really ugly
and i know that all i wanna do is diet
i really wanna do it, the other times i screwed it
and because my weight is on the edge
i'm gettin closer to death, with every little cake
that i eat, and i hope that my last feast
will have some pork rinds, with a choc cake
that would mean i would go out without pain
and the world could have lunch again, smile
cause if i ever break my food vow
you can look at me and blame it on my lifestyle
what can i say? i was raised as a spoiled child
pampered, poppa overfed me, so the streets hated me
you can call me fatty it's not unheard of
and my tum calls out burgers

Chorus
(repeat to fade)