She skipped the limes and mangoes
For carved veal tossed with pork
She was feeding on some cheese sticks
(And) this doll called out for tortes
Consumin' from the larder
With a zeal she chewed away
When she called out for a buttered drink
The waiter tossed his whey

And so it was, that lady
As she filled her bowl with quail
That her waist, once curved and cozy
Turned a wider shape of whale

[Gorgin' solo]

She said, "My scones need more cream."
Broke the booth that bore her seat
Still she would not let the cookies pass
(She) could not stop at three
"Weighing too much needles your mate,"
Said the fortune slips inside
Yet she piled on beef so fatty
Hunger pangs not satisfied

And so it was, that lady
As her dinner broke the scale
That this babe, once pert, now bloating
Turned a wider shape of whale

[Another gorgin' solo]

She said, "This is so pleasing.
All this food is great to eat."
But I pondered how I'd pay the charge
(She) would not stop her spree
From a dish of fleshy sturgeon
She was eating just the roe
Then a load of fine risotto
Made her buttocks swell her clothes

And so it was, that lady
As she swilled her golden ale
That my date just burped so grossly
Turned a wider shape of whale

[Yet another gorgin' solo]

And so it was, much later
As she willed to hold a pail
To her face and purge her groc'ries
Turned her wider shape to frail

[Disgorgin' solo]