The pie tins are screeching and the Breyers I'm downing
Way down in my belly tonight
There's a bag of marshmallows, with some pumpernick rye
And Kool Aid binding Yodels right
There's meatballs and a pear and there's flounder there to fry
And Nilla Wafers, fudge pop treats
I'm chowin' the truffles and the bread is arising
Oh, I swear I saw Chips-A-Hoy down in the cupboard
They were starting to melt from the heat

Oh, bagels you're the only thing in this whole world
That's pure and good and white
And wherever you are and wherever your dough
There's always gonna be some bite
But I gotta pig out, I gotta pig out now
Before the final cracker's gone
Soggy butter make the toast of my done diet better
Leftovers, you know
The roast beef sawed to bone

Like I'm fatter than hell, I'll eat more when the morning comes
When the biting's over, like I'm fatter than hell, I'll eat more, more, more
Like I'm fatter than hell, I'll eat more when the morning comes
But when the taste is plumb
And a bun thrown down
And the Moonpies sliding through

I like my dinner before it's eight or seven
Then come rolling on back to food


It's gonna hit my thighs - pancake batter and Spam
Fond of Filbert snack, salt 'em right
When the lentils are hot, did I mention I'm hungry
And we're all about to beat the diet

Buttered breakfast rolls with some Pop-N-Fresh dough
And everything is covered with frost
And muffins really hot and muffins really cold
And muffins severed, split and tossed

Well I know that it's ham if I never get out
And maybe try ham if I do
But with every other treat I've got left in my jar
You know I'd rather eat ham with you

If I gotta eat ham, you know I wanna eat ham
Chance it with a bite a' cat food
Well if I gotta eat ham, you know I wanna eat ham
Gotta eat ham, you know I wanna eat ham
Gotta eat ham, you know I wanna eat ham
Chance it with a bite
Chance it with a bite
Chance it with a bite a' cat food

Oh, bagels you're the only thing in this whole world
That's pure and good and white
And wherever you are and wherever your dough
There's always gonna be some bite
But I gotta pig out, I gotta pig out now
Before the final cracker's gone
Soggy butter make the toast of my done diet better
Leftovers, you know
The roast beef sawed to bone

Like I'm fatter than hell, I'll eat more when the morning comes
When the biting's over, like I'm fatter than hell, I'll eat more, more, more
Like I'm fatter than hell, I'll eat more when the morning comes
But when the taste is plumb
And a bun thrown down
And the Moonpies sliding through

I like my dinner -- before -- it's eight or seven
Then come rolling on back to food
I like my dinner before it's eight or seven
Then come rolling on back to food


Well I can eat myself herring a la mode
Faster than any other boy has ever done
And the skin is raw, but the Dole is ripe
And no one's gonna stop me now, I'm gonna make my steak
But I can't stop thinking of food
And I never see my blubber curves til it's way too late
And I never see my blubber curves til it's way too late


Then I'm down at the Barbeque Pit and I taste meat bun
Corn and fixins and the lure of some burning rice
And I think my body, somewhere, must be trolling a smell
And the last thing I eat is my tart
Still eating...
Breaking out of my body and flying away
Like I'm fatter than hell

Then I'm down at the Barbeque Pit and I taste meat bun
Corn and fixins and the lure of some burning rice

And I think my body, somewhere, must be trolling a smell
And the last thing I eat is my tart
Still eating...
Still eating...
Breaking out of my body and flying away
Like I'm fatter than hell
Like I'm fatter than hell
Like I'm fatter than hell
Like I'm fatter than hell
(I'll eat more when the morning comes)
Like I'm fatter than hell
(I'll eat more when the morning comes)
Like I'm fatter than helllllllllllllll..........

Foooooooooooooooooooood-foo-foo-foo-foooo-ooo-oooooood...
Foo-foo-foo-foooooooooooooooooooood-foo-foo-foo-foooo-ooo-oooooood...
Foo-foo-foo-foooooooooooooooooooood-foo-foo-foo-foooo-ooo-oooooood...