It's not how fat you can grow
Just forego the cardio
If you fill up your plate
You can forget about your weight
More than Chinese takeout
More than diner hash
More than just a drive-through line
More than just Doordash

It's a test of ultimate will
The urge to overfill
Got to go stuff your face
If you want your ass seen from space
More than just bad nutrition
More than just gluttony
More than just a buffet line
Must feed beef burgundy
In the long run...

From first to last
This chair won't fit my ass
Something always fires the fat that goes to my thighs
Steak chicken-fried, and buttered rolls on side
Feel my belt is tightening, my stomach cascades
Over front and sides

Your lab work is really blown
And your fasting blood sugar unknown
Your butt's double wide
You take two plane seats side by side

More that big and tall pants
More than just ham hocks
Closed down the Golden Corral
'Til they get a chance to restock
In the long run...

You can eat a lot here at lunchtime
If you want to save some cash
You will pay the most here at dinner
First you pay admittance
So you can't dine and dash...