Song: Happy Being Fat - Jim McNaught

Don't tell me to go on a diet
Don't give me no pills.
Just leave me alone with my ice cream cone,
And let me eat my fill.
I'm happy being fat;
I like the weight I'm at
I'm happy being stout,
And if you don't like it, you can get on out
If I lost weight, I'd have to buy new clothes,
Cause my old ones would not fit,
So woman don't scream, just put some more ice cream
On my banana split.
I'm happy being fat
I like the weight I'm at
I'm happy being stout,
And if you don't like it, you can get on out
I'm forty-two around the waist
And forty-eight around the hips
I'm built like a tent, but, gal, I pay the rent,
So don't give me none of your lip.
I'm happy being fat
I like the weight I'm at
I'm happy being stout,
And if you don't like it, you can get on out
Man, I dig blueberry pie, Boston cream pie,
good old chocolate cake and Danish pastries, Napoleons and
strawberry shortcake à la mode ... Man, they don't call me
Big Dee Irwin for nuthin