I took my eggs, I wolfed ‘em down
Ate a mountain of those hash browns
I love my big breakfast, as the bacon grease spills
How the pan fried food goes down

Oh, jelly on my toast
Is a strain
Pad the clog within my heart, size of Maine
Can I eat through these pancakes, piled so high
Can I handle this menu, oh so wide

Well, I've been unweighed since childhood
Cause I've built my gut around food
I want to be thinner
But then there's dinner
I'm always in the mood

Oh, take that lunch, chow it down
Don't make me look or turn around
When I see my reflection, it's all flesh colored hills
Cause the pan fried meals just go down

I don't see my reflection, it's all gross fleshy hills
Cause always the pan fried will just go down