for I long to be thin yet where do I begin
can't even get to the gym
wear a heros smile still know all the great while
having many bounce to the ounce with the cushion for my pushing
got one foot in heaven while the other is in hell
but I truly got a good story to tell
when I was young I used to be skinny & wise
souped up six pack and learned to relax
playing my guitar in the cellar
although those many years have passed
still I have every bit of reason to grasp
I'm a fat man who drinks a lot of soda
watching late night flicks such as Rhoda
but let me grasp hold of
a pen and a paper nor stereo to caper
me and Eric B with a great plate full of fish

sorry that I missed
to try to burst your bubble
I'm in the game trying to stay out of trouble
yet make  my Martini strong like right on the double
not since Fred with Barney Rubble
life is filled with twists and turns
one soul soars while the other soon to be burned
the thin philosophy killed Karen Carpenter in her Anorexia
when I  was young making love was for fun now those days are done
need to relax then bask in the vast expanse as the disco ball
onto the no it all who has perfected his game
I'm happy to be naked & fat
although soon it may give me a heart attack
falling apart at the seams with evil means
yet everyhting is clean while I live in a land so very mean
getting loose on my caboose its the hour of power
may have to take it all in with a cold shower
over and over like the over the shoulder bolder holder