Whenever I get slim
Something inside gets to churning
And I say “screw my diet.”

Could I eat those deviled-eggs please
And a taco shell stuffed with nacho cheese?

I’m on my Cheat Day
Filling up my cart
Can't keep from buying
every box of Pop Tarts

A bagel calls out my name
Soft, salt, sweet and plain, I toast (yeah yeah)
Well I toast on open flame

My high blood pressure has returned to me
It is two-oh-seven over one-oh-three.

Because of Cheat Day
Heartburn in my heart
Can't keep from prying
A loaf of bread apart.

I stand in my kitchen space
Sauce all over my face
I can't contain it, each can I drain it
I ain’t never ate these smelts before

Now that hungry feeling has me amazed
Want a Dunkin donut that is double-glazed.

I’m on my Cheat Day.
Eating a la carte.
Can't keep from drying
Every apricot.

Nom nom nom nom
Nom Nom, yum yum
Nom nom nom nom, yum

Don't pass up this chance
To get into bigger pants

Cheat Day
Cheat Day
Cheat Day
Cheat Day