The dressing I like's Thousand Island--
On Big Macs I will pour some more.
I disdain the taste of papaya;
I place it past the waste bin's door,
I proudly will eat chicken tenders
As long as they're grease-dripping wet.
Junk-food love: give me burgers without romaine. . .
No doggie bag for my pet.

Junk-food love is making me fat,
It's making me weighty.
Junk-food love is making me fat,
But it's crazy tasty.

My weight-gain I know's caused by junk food,
And I know I should atone.
I should eat some lettuce, not slather
A whole potful of lard on a scone.
Ingestion of this type I'd rather
Than salads, which would keep me slim,
But the fatness I retain
Comes from grub that ain't grain.
Just give me some fries; no milk, skim!

Junk-food love is making me fat,
It's making me weighty.
Junk-food love is making me fat,
I'm craving some gravy.

Folks see me on beach at the ocean;
They snicker at my bloated form.
To cover me. . .gallons of lotion.
They evoke a beast from a tome,
The one about Ahab's delusion
The things that they're screeching are mean:
"Hey, Moby Dick, there's a solution:
Lay off butter, pie, shakes, and cream!"

Junk-food love is making me fat,
It's making me weighty.
Junk-food lunch and I'm sinking fast,
Please call in the navy!