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 favor geezer

Although she friend recommend certain cream and teaser

She favorite tipple is Bacardi Breezer

Claim she thirty one but no one believe her

Love runnin' a restaurant with she friend, Anita

You should meet her, Anita's another big eater

Slipped disc for the waiter then there's always a feature

When them run and go carry food for them two creature

One night come so much rice she nearly had a seizure

Fall of she chair, licked she head and catch amnesia

Wake up in A and E and bellows she want pizza

Doctors quickly sign paper and release her

Cough, 'nough police to police her

Fatty Boo, you better pray nobody sees ya

Be careful of things that you do

See, 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, yeah

I said a long time, know you start warm as a ripple

Every little dime, every nickel, you are trouble

Watch your little 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 Channel

Now she has a mind to buy designer apparel

She no favor gazelle but she bounce like hell

Whenever she spy'a somethin' to die for on the fashion channel

Seventeen, breezer, hoom

And one like Tinker Bell, 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, shoulder less

And admired everywhere from her openness

Be careful of things that you do

See, 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, yeah

I said a long time, know you start warm as a ripple

Every little dime, every nickel, you are trouble

Watch your little head, Fatty Boo

And give the dog a bone that could never be for you

Be careful of things that you do

See, now you got plenty but the plenty could be few

Yeah, I said a long time, know you start warm as a ripple

Watch your little head, Fatty Boo

And give the dog a bone that could never be for you

Be careful of things that you do

See, 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, yeah

I said a long time, know you start warm as a ripple

Every little dime, every nickel, you are trouble

Watch your little 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, playin' 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 Conroy

Otis Reading, Booker T and the MG's

Ever little piece of attention as we tried to squeeze

From the father, his friends and their families

Sometime deliberately tease with the tune that won't please

And the whole room reaction set my young heart at ease

It 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 with grown ups was my prize

The little fat kid with sparkling eyes

This is the fearless song