Fatty Boo

Hey, nicknamed Fatty Boo with a name Lisa She no have no boyfriend, she live up the fridge freezer Triple chin or facial hair, she favour geezer Although she friend recommend certain cream and tease her She favourite tipple is Bacardi breezer Claim she 31 but no one believe her Love randomer restaurant with she friend Anita You should meet her, Anita, another big eater Slipped disc for the waiter, then there's always a feature When they run go carrying food for them two creature One night she come so much rice she nearly have a seizure Fall off she chair, licked she hair and catch amnesia Wake up in A&E and bellows she want pizza (give me food ya) Doctors quickly sign paper and release her (one time) Cough, 'nough police to police her (said two time) Fatty Boo, you better pray no-one sees ya (this time) Be careful of the things that you do Say now you got plenty, but the plenty could be few This is my chance to shout it in other avenue Say don't you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you I said a long time no you start warm is a ripple Every lickle dime, every nickle, you are trouble Watch your lickle head Fatty Boo And give the dog a bone that could never be for you Nicknamed Fatty Boo, but we call her Mel, life Changed forever when she discovered Chanel Now she, has a mind to buy designer apparel She no favour gazelle, but she bounced like hell Whenever she spya something to die for on the fashion channel (17) (breezer) (choom) And one like tinkerbell Fatty, big like two church bell in parallel Cats walk and Mel never match up too well But Fatty was saucy, couldn't be told She loved margo with her big nick, drifting the cold She even bolder than the skinny girls, shoulderless (they're mine!) And admired everywhere from her openness Microphone check one, two, one, two, one, two, one, two, one, two! Be careful of the things that you do Say now you got plenty, but the plenty could be few This is my chance to shout it in other avenue Say don't you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you Yeh, I said a long time no you start warm is a ripple Every lickle dime, every nickle, you are trouble Watch your lickle head Fatty Boo And give the dog a bone that could never be for you Be careful of the things that you do Say now you've got plenty, but the plenty could be few Yeh, I said a long time no you start warm is a ripple Watch your lickle head Fatty Boo And give the dog a bone that could never be for you Be careful of the things that you do Say now you got plenty, but the plenty could be few This is my chance to shout it in other avenue Say don't you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you Yeh, I said a long time no you start warm is a ripple Every lickle dime, every nickle, you are trouble Watch your lickle head Fatty Boo And give the dog a bone that could never be for you Finally, Fatty Boo, you stood with me in '73 Saturday night playing the music at my father's party Six records on the changer, often with dan settee Still your gram six years old, and I'm the man Steady with calypso to start then play reggae One thousand bolts of holts (huh) for everybody In the days when R&B meant Arthur Conrey, Otis Reading, Booker T and the MG's Every, lickle piece of attention as we tried to squeeze from the father His friends and the family Sometime deliberately tease with the tune that won't please And the whole room reaction set my young heart at ease I used to be black suits and shirts with skinny ties And they was wise and funny and, funny and wise Staying up late and playing the music with grown-ups was my prize The lickle fat kid with sparkling eyes It's the faithless son