No One Likes A Fat Pop Star
I come from a land of kebabs and curries, Second helpings - no worries .
Pile the carbs upon the plate, Then one day its too late .
No breakfast no luncheon, Just carpets I'll munch onAnd a thimble of self esteem.
There's nothing for afters and absence of laughter, The saddest that I've ever been.
You just can't be porky, not this side of fourty, Showbiz - a single chin gang .
Scum paparazzi and weight police nasties have narrowed the hall of fame.
No one likes a fat pop starPop is a place for the thin, No one wants a fat pop starWe want to hear thin people sing!!
When I get faint I chew through my restraintsThe best meal that I've had all week, If I could eat my own words, I'd tear through the verbsBut nobody pays me to speak.
No one likes a fat pop starPop is a place for the thin, No one wants a fat pop starWe want to hear thin people sing!!
Now you've upset me I feel like a snack!
A packet of Minstrels, a pie and a nap .
Now whats wrong with thaaa-aaaat?
No breakfast no luncheon, Just carpets I'll munch onAnd a thimble of self esteem.
Place nothing for afters and absence of laughter, The thinnest that I've ever been.
Thaaaank you
Pile the carbs upon the plate, Then one day its too late .
No breakfast no luncheon, Just carpets I'll munch onAnd a thimble of self esteem.
There's nothing for afters and absence of laughter, The saddest that I've ever been.
You just can't be porky, not this side of fourty, Showbiz - a single chin gang .
Scum paparazzi and weight police nasties have narrowed the hall of fame.
No one likes a fat pop starPop is a place for the thin, No one wants a fat pop starWe want to hear thin people sing!!
When I get faint I chew through my restraintsThe best meal that I've had all week, If I could eat my own words, I'd tear through the verbsBut nobody pays me to speak.
No one likes a fat pop starPop is a place for the thin, No one wants a fat pop starWe want to hear thin people sing!!
Now you've upset me I feel like a snack!
A packet of Minstrels, a pie and a nap .
Now whats wrong with thaaa-aaaat?
No breakfast no luncheon, Just carpets I'll munch onAnd a thimble of self esteem.
Place nothing for afters and absence of laughter, The thinnest that I've ever been.
Thaaaank you
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Writer(s): Guy Chambers, Robert Williams, Chris Heath
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