Hey, nicknamed Fatty Boo a name Lisa She no have no boyfriend, she up the fridge freezer Triple or facial hair, she favor geezer Although she friend recommend, certain cream and her
She favorite is Bacardi Breezer she 31 but no one believe her Love randomer restaurant with she Anita You should meet her, another big eater
disc for the waiter then there's always a feature When they run go carrying for them two creature One night she so much rice she nearly have a seizure off she chair, licked she head and catch amnesia
Wake up in A and E and bellows she pizza (Give me food, ya) Doctors quickly paper and release her (One time) Cough, police to police her Boo you better pray nobody sees ya (This time)
Be of the things that you do Say now you got plenty but the could be few This is my chance to shout it in avenue Say don't you be a sinner, you keep all for you, yeah
I said a long time no you warm as a ripple Every little dime, nickel, you are trouble Watch you're head, Fatty Boo And the dog a bone that could never be for you
Nicknamed Fatty Boo but we her Mel life Changed forever when she channel Now she has a mind to buy apparel She no, favor but she bounced like hell
she spya something to die for on the fashion channel (17 breezer, choom) And one like Tinker Bell, fatty, big two church bell in parallel Cats and Mel never match up too well
But fatty was saucy, couldn't be She loved margo with her big nick, the cold She even bolder than the skinny girls, less (They're mine) And admired everywhere her openness
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Be careful of the that you do Say now you got plenty but the plenty be few This is my to shout it in other avenue Say don't you be a sinner, don't you all for you
Yeah, I said a long no you start warm as a ripple Every dime, every nickel, you are trouble you're little head, fatty boo And give the dog a bone that could be for you
Be careful of the that you do Say now you've got plenty but the could be few
Yeah, I said a long time no you start warm as a you're little head Fatty Boo And give the dog a bone that could be for you
Be of the things that you do Say now you got but the plenty could be few This is my chance to it in other avenue Say you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you
Yeah, I said a long time no you start warm as a Every little dime, every nickel, you are Watch you're little head, Boo And give the dog a bone that never be for you
Finally Boo you stood with me in '73 Saturday playing the music at my father's party 6 records on the changer often Dan Settee Still your 6 years old and I'm the man
Steady with to start then play reggae One bolts of holts, huh, for everybody In the days when R&B meant Arthur Otis Reading, T and the MG's
Every, little piece of attention as we to squeeze From the father, his and their families Sometime tease with the tune that won't please And the whole room reaction set my young at ease
It used to be suits and shirts with skinny ties And was wise and funny and funny and wise up late and playing the music With grown ups was my The little fat kid with sparkling