Из альбома: Permanent Record: Al In The Box CD3
Fat
[Bad/Michael Jackson/1986]
Your butt is wide, well mine is too.
Just watch your mouth, or I'll sit on you.
The word is out, better treat me right,
Cause I'm the king of cellulite.
Ham on ham on ham on whole wheat, all right.
My zippers bust, my buckles break.
I'm too much man for you to take.
The pavement cracks when I fall down.
I've got more chins than Chinatown.
Well I've never used a phone booth,
And I've never seen my toes.
When I'm goin' to the movies
I take up seven rows.
Don'tcha call me pudgy, portly or stout.
Just tell me once again: Who's fat?
When I walk out to get my mail,
It measures on the Richter Scale.
Down at the beach I'm a lucky man.
I'm the only one who gets a tan.
If I have one more pie a la mode
I'm gonna need my own zip code.
When you're only having seconds,
I'm having twenty-thirds.
When I go to get my shoes shined,
I gotta take their word.
And my shadow weighs forty-two pounds.
Lemme tell you once again who's fat.
If you see me comin' your way,
Better give me plenty space.
If I tell you that I'm hungry,
Then won't you feed my face.
Woo woo woo. When I sit around the house,
I really sit around the house.
And you know all by myself I'm a crowd.
Lemme tell you once again.
You know I'm huge, I'm fat, you know it.
And the whole world knoes I'm fat and I'm proud.