I come from a land of kebabs and curries
Second helpings no worries
Pile the carbs upon the plate
Then one day it's too late
No breakfast no luncheon
Just carpets I'm munching
A thimble of self esteem
Glazed nothing for afters an absence of laughter
The saddest that I've ever been
You just can't be portly not this side of 40
Showbiz a single chin game
Scum paparazzi's and weight police nasties
Have narrowed the hall of fame
No one likes a fat pop star
Pop is a place for the thin
No one likes a fat pop star
We want to hear thin people sing
When I get faint I chew through my restraints
It's the best meal that I've had all week
If I could eat my own words I'd tear through the verbs
But nobody pays me to speak
No one likes a fat pop star
Pop is a place for the thin
No one like a fat pop star
We want to hear thin people sing
Now you've upset me I feel like a snack
A packet of Minstrels a pie and a nap
So what's wrong with that
No breakfast no luncheon
Just carpets I'm munching
A thimble of self esteem
Glazed nothing for afters an absence of laughter
The thinnest that I've ever been
Thank you