Well, it's your own damn fault you're so damn fat

It's just like when your grandpappy's lungs turned black

That was his fault too

The doctor told him what to do

He smoked Camels, guess he bought the wrong pack

It ain't like a team of evil scientists

Through rigorous testing

Created the most abominable snacks

Grinding critters and chemicals up in the factory

Now your hand is stuck inside of the sack

Well, it's your own damn fault you're so damn fat

Coca-Cola just walked in with the results

They did a self-investigation like a Florida sheriff station

So you know they won't be found at fault

Diabetes

Help us Jesus

If you're fit, willing and able

For a smooth ten grand

We'll clamp your guts with a band

And that's all good if you don't die on the table

Glucose monosaccharides

Diastatic malt

High fructose corn syrup

It's all your fault

Well, it's your own damn fault you're so damn fat

Shame, shame, shame

All the food on the shelf

Was engineered for your health

So, you're gonna have to take the blame