From If French Fries were Fat-free [and other longings]*
Well, I made a ******* mess of my life And like usual when I realise Where I should go Itβs too ****** late. Ad I see the door slam And you thunder down the corridor I press my head against the plaster. If only French fries were fat-free That would be one less cause of heartache And if the whiskey really helped me Youβd see me smiling endlessly The more I think about it, you know The more I realise you were right. So I raise my glass in a toast Over my bowl of curlies. They taste so good and yet I know Deep down in my heart theyβre so bad for me Canβt I have one wish at least? You back or French fries fat-free.