Back on the Pies Again

Wobble bottom, twenty stones, thyroid problem and big boned
(Don't believe a word of that, he’s a fat and lying cunt)
Doctor got my jaws wired up, coz I was as fat as fuck
(Slim in weeks or money back… we'll tone-up that runny fat)
Fat boy wobbles like a weeble wobbles, we’re all laughing like a drain
Fat boy waddles like a walrus waddles now he’s back on the pies once again
I spend all my salary on beer and fags and calories
(He ate chips and mushy peas recovered from an autopsy)
Offal, hair, and suckling pig, I’ll eat any fucking thing
(He'll eat dogs and abortions, but he don’t like small portions)
I’m so fat and gluttonous, I can’t do my buttons up
(He ate half of Anglsey… and two pygmies with leprosy)