Hey, nicknamed Fatty Boo a name Lisa She no have no boyfriend, she live up the freezer Triple chin or facial hair, she geezer Although she friend recommend, certain cream and her
She tipple is Bacardi Breezer Claim she 31 but no one her Love randomer restaurant with she friend You should meet her, another big eater
Slipped disc for the waiter then there's a feature they run go carrying food for them two creature One night she come so much rice she nearly have a Fall off she chair, licked she head and catch
up in A and E and bellows she want pizza (Give me food, ya) Doctors sign paper and release her (One time) Cough, police to police her Fatty Boo you better nobody sees ya (This time)
Be of the things that you do Say now you got but the plenty could be few is my chance to shout it in other avenue Say you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you, yeah
I said a long time no you warm as a ripple little dime, every nickel, you are trouble Watch you're head, Fatty Boo And the dog a bone that could never be for you
Fatty Boo but we call her Mel life Changed forever she discovered channel Now she has a mind to buy apparel She no, gazelle but she bounced like hell
Whenever she spya to die for on the fashion channel (17 breezer, choom) And one like Bell, fatty, big like two church bell in parallel Cats walk and Mel match up too well
But fatty was saucy, couldn't be She loved margo with her big nick, drifling the She even bolder than the skinny girls, shoulder (They're mine) And everywhere from her openness
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Be careful of the that you do Say now you got plenty but the plenty be few is my chance to shout it in other avenue Say don't you be a sinner, you keep all for you
Yeah, I said a long no you start warm as a ripple Every little dime, every nickel, you are Watch little head, fatty boo And give the dog a bone could never be for you
Be of the things that you do Say now you've got plenty but the could be few
Yeah, I said a long time no you warm as a ripple Watch you're little Fatty Boo And the dog a bone that could never be for you
Be of the things that you do Say now you got but the plenty could be few is my chance to shout it in other avenue Say you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you
Yeah, I said a time no you start warm as a ripple Every dime, every nickel, you are trouble Watch you're head, Fatty Boo And give the dog a that could never be for you
Finally Boo you stood with me in '73 night playing the music at my father's party 6 on the changer often with Dan Settee Still gram 6 years old and I'm the man
Steady with to start then play reggae One thousand bolts of holts, huh, for In the days when R&B meant Conrey Otis Reading, T and the MG's
Every, little piece of attention as we to squeeze From the father, his and their families Sometime deliberately tease with the that won't please And the whole room reaction set my young at ease
It used to be black suits and shirts with ties And they was wise and funny and funny and up late and playing the music With ups was my prize The little fat kid sparkling eyes