Hey, nicknamed Fatty Boo with a name She no no boyfriend, she live up the fridge freezer Triple chin or facial hair, she geezer Although she friend recommend, cream and tease her
She tipple is Bacardi Breezer she 31 but no one believe her Love randomer restaurant she friend Anita You should meet her, another big eater
Slipped disc for the waiter then there's always a When they run go carrying food for two creature One night she come so much rice she have a seizure Fall off she chair, licked she and catch amnesia
Wake up in A and E and bellows she pizza (Give me food, ya) quickly sign paper and release her (One time) Cough, 'nough 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 other Say don't you be a sinner, you keep all for you, yeah
I a long time no you start warm as a ripple little dime, every nickel, you are trouble Watch you're little head, Boo And give the dog a that could never be for you
Nicknamed Boo but we call her Mel life Changed forever when she channel Now she has a mind to buy apparel She no, favor gazelle but she like hell
Whenever she spya something to die for on the fashion (17 breezer, choom) And one Tinker Bell, fatty, big like two church bell in parallel Cats and Mel never match up too well
But fatty was saucy, be told She loved margo with her big nick, drifling the She even bolder the skinny girls, shoulder less (They're mine) And admired everywhere her openness
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Be careful of the that you do Say now you got but the plenty 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 said a long time no you warm as a ripple Every little dime, nickel, you are trouble Watch little head, fatty boo And the dog a bone that could never be for you
Be of the things that you do Say now you've got but the plenty could be few
Yeah, I said a long time no you start as a ripple Watch little head Fatty Boo And give the dog a bone that never be for you
Be careful of the 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 said a long time no you start warm as a Every little dime, nickel, you are trouble Watch you're little head, Boo And give the dog a that could never be for you
Finally Fatty Boo you with me in '73 Saturday 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 to start then 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, little of attention as we tried to squeeze From the father, his friends and families Sometime deliberately tease with the tune that please And the room reaction set my young heart at ease
It used to be black suits and shirts 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