I come from a land of kebabs and curries, Second helpings - no worries .
Pile the carbs upon the plate, Then one day its too late .
No breakfast no luncheon, Just carpets I'll munch onAnd a thimble of self esteem.
There's nothing for afters and absence of laughter, The saddest that I've ever been.
You just can't be porky, not this side of fourty, Showbiz - a single chin gang .
Scum paparazzi and weight police nasties have narrowed the hall of fame.
No one likes a fat pop starPop is a place for the thin, No one wants a fat pop starWe want to hear thin people sing!!
When I get faint I chew through my restraintsThe best meal that I've had all week, If I could eat my own words, I'd tear through the verbsBut nobody pays me to speak.
No one likes a fat pop starPop is a place for the thin, No one wants a fat pop starWe 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 .
Now whats wrong with thaaa-aaaat?
No breakfast no luncheon, Just carpets I'll munch onAnd a thimble of self esteem.
Place nothing for afters and absence of laughter, The thinnest that I've ever been.
Thaaaank you
Writer(s): Guy Chambers, Robert Williams, Chris Heath
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