A long long time ago, I can still remember
How being thin used to make be smile.
And I know that if I had my chance,
I could wear a size three pant s,
And I might be happy, for a while.

Does this make my butt look big?
And do I eat like a big fat pig?
If my best friend tells me so.
Now ar e you a sexy toothpick?
Or are you a sexy bread stick?
Or are you just a b ig fat candlewick?

Well I know I have a pretzel butt,
Just like you ha ve a beluga gut.
We both will tip the scales,
Both the size of whales.
I'm sure that you'll never buy it,
But I swear that I'm on a diet,
Even t hough I've already tried it.
The day
I broke
The scale...

I star ted singing:
Bye bye Miss Thunder Thighs,
You're more heavy than a Chevy,
And I swear it's not a lie.
My best friend's even fatter than I,
Singing, "This will be the day I give up pie.
This will be the day I give up pie."

I met a girl, who never ate,
I guess you could say that it was fate.
Dieting, I could fake.
Well I decided to give up food,
Anything that ha d to be chewed,
But I did have the occasional shake.

On occasion I did break a seam,
But I got closer to my dream.
But not a word was spoken,
I lost weight I'm not jokin'.
And my best friend, she remained fat,
What could one think of that?
It was embarrassing to be her friend
The day
She broke
The scale....

I started singing:
Bye bye Miss Thunder Thighs,