Thinking you should exercise
Because your gut’s starting to increase
Cause you can’t fit in your chair
Well, you can’t fit anywhere
Just eat your food, we know you won’t want to share

You like to make yourself obese
Expanding girths worse, holy ----
It’s safe to say that the term “overweight” you now exceed
Cause your belly is punching through the seams

Cause you’d eat a thousand trucks
Of bran muffins from Starbucks
And still have room left for candied yams
A blood clot is where it led
Enough, stop, or you’ll be dead
But you don’t care, as long as you end up fed
(Fed, Fed...)

You like to make yourself obese
Expanding girths worse, holy ----
It’s safe to say that the term “overweight” you now exceed
Cause your belly is punching through the seams
(What the hell’d you eat?)

You just ordered 90 Big Macs
(Can I get one more cashier?)
Well hey, do you want a treadmill with that?
(Let’s call it a souvenir)
When you get food, you want warranties
(Sorry, we don’t give those here)
When you walk, people think it’s a stampede
(Ha-ha)

You don’t want to exercise…
Then get used to being that size
And don’t be surprised, if you break stairwells
(Break stairwells)
But even though you’re a lard
I’d still do you so dang hard
Cause I’m a nice guy, and Semi’s turn me on
(On, on, on…)

You like to make yourself obese
Expanding girths worse, holy ----
It’s safe to say that the term “overweight” you now exceed
Cause your belly is punching through the seams
(What the hell’d you eat?)
[x2]

I don’t give a damn you’re obese
Ms. Butterworth your, sexy
It’s hard to say your fat, because you’re the right size for me
Forget Gold’s Gym, let’s go to Mickey D’s