It's hard these days to know the skinny
When all I see is fat
What once was less is many
Clean our plates till nothing's left

We sit around in wonder
And wonder at the time
We used to be quite healthy
Before we lost our minds and gave up the fight

Out of shape couch potato's
Heavy butter, mean sour cream
With forks and knives we hold on tight
The spoon fed lies they make us eat

Slide and slip our gym memberships
Inside this no judgment zone
With pizza hips and soda pop lips
We roll our carcasses back home

Is it any wonder we're going asunder
In this age of stuffing face
As we reach for second helpings
Forgetting most times to say grace

Will you be dining in
To the new millennium
To the sound of smacking lips
To this lacklusterness

It's hard to know the skinny
When the world is full of fat
What once was less is many
Clean our plates till nothings left