1970 something

Kasara saw her feet maybe 8 times
She had the fat-man pattern memorized
She ate the stuff they put inside cream ding-dongs (yeah)
She ate Dustin Lawrence in her backyard
She had a safety box full of doughnut holes
And a thousand Hershey bars
Getting on the doctor's alarm
She was a kid when Elvis died
She smothered him between her thighs

She weighs 1970 something
Pray for the world they she stepped foot in
40 snickers and 100 paydays
Million skittles and all fat crapes
Looking behind no one can see me
When they do an old I'll sure be
She wouldn't trade a roll for nothing
Oh damn she weighs 1970 something

It is the turning of a brand new page
Kasara used up the microwave
Kasara broke down and fnally cut them old fat rolls off
The doctors liposuction off 80 pounds of boob
They cut off her butt and that took all afternoon
Her could finally wear them old Daisy Dukes
Show her cut off jeans
Space shuttle fell out of the sky
and Kasara died

She weighed 120 something
A decade after her a** was bouncing
Sucking cock in black trans ams
Tight body in a modeling contest
Looking forward nobody can resist this
Hey boys she's still a miss
Wouldn't trade her bod for nothing
Now that she weighed 120 something

Now she had a orgy and a rack to see
Her weight loss method make me wish sometimes

I weighed 120 something
For thirty years my belly's been bouncing
Getting stuck in my new car
Big a** and parachute thighs
Looking back now she can see me
A fat man that smells like feces
Wish I could trade my bod for something
wish I weighed 120 something