Ow! I need to lug, babe,
Every pound of you
Each one of your jugs, babe,
Weighs more than I do.
Roly poly: rolls, sweets, pork eats.
Ain't done nothin' but lug weight;
Aches make me weak.

Lugged you all the way, girl,
To floor 39.
How much do you weigh, girl?
Must be 30 stein!*
Roly poly Rosa's portly!
Pain from portagin' pudge weight--
Aches make me weak.

Aches make me weak
After I have to lug you
Aches make me weak
I can't make it up one more stair.

Ow! I need to lug, babe,
Every pound of you.
I'd say that your jugs, babe.
Go past 92.
Roly poly, pollo mole!
Ain't done nothing but stuff face--
Ate game and leeks.

Aches make me weak
After I have to lug you.
Aches make me weak;
I've got more than a cross to bear.

Lunch chewed every day, girl;
Dine from 9 to 9.
Sub Rosa I say, girl,
"Gobble like a swine!"
Roly poly; show me Stoli:
Aim to tame pain with ch/drugs, babe--

Ale chased with mead,
Ale chased with speed,
Ale chased with weed.


*1 stone = 14 pounds.