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, it's too late.
No breakfast, no luncheon,Just carpets I'm munching,A thimble of self-esteem.Glazed nothing for afters, an absence of laughter,The saddest that I've ever been.
You just can't be portly, not this side of 40,Showbiz, a single chin game.Scum paparazzi's and weight police nastiesHave narrowed the hall of fame.
No one likes a fat pop star,Pop is a place for the thin.No one likes a fat pop star,We want to hear thin people sing!
When I get faint, I chew through my restraintsIt's the 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 star,Pop is a place for the thin.No one like 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.So what's wrong with that?
No breakfast, no luncheon,Just carpets I'm munching,A thimble of self-esteem.Glazed nothing for afters, an absence of laughter,The thinnest that I've ever been.
Thank you