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