Bulimian Rhapsody
The mp3 of this song can be downloaded here
Eat your vanilla slice Think of the calories Caught in the down slide Of imagined obesity Watering eyes Look down on those pies and see I must be destroyed; I need no scales to see That it's easy come, queasy go In the sink or the po Any way the chunks blow Doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, just filled the pan Having dinner with a friend Now it's come back up again Mama, digestion'd just begun But now I've gone and flushed it all away Mama, oooooh Didn't mean to eat those fries I'm sure they'll come back up before tomorrow To the john, to the john Because I'm sure I'm getting fatter Too late, my bile has come Because I drank a pint of brine Body's retching all the time Goodbye everybody, I've got to throw Gotta leave you all behind and face the loo Mama, oooooh Carrots floating by; I don't remember having sweetcorn at all I see a little vienetta in the can Salmon mousse! Salmon mousse! Tell me where did that flan go? Chunder, choking nightly Very very likely me! Like a whale, like a whale, like a whale, like a whale, like a whale's figure oh! I'm seven sto-o-o-o-one! I'm just a fat boy, nobody loves me He's just a fat boy from a fat family spare him his life from this adiposity! Queasy come, queasy go; will you let me throw? Two fingers - NO! We will not let you throw Let him throw Three fingers we will not let you throw Let him throw Four fingers we will not let you throw Let me throw – will not let you throw no no no no no no no! Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me throw The local pub has a bucket set aside for me, for me, for meeeeee! So you think that I'm bony? Just look at my thighs! So you think I'm just phobic about my size? I'm inflating – my reflection is quite nauseating Just gonna barf out, Just gonna turn into a sphere Nothing's really fatter Anyone can see Nothing's really fatter Nothing's really fatter than me Any way the chunks blow