Big Fat Ass

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Here's a song about something we've all seen,
About a girl with everything.
Looks and brains, and personality,
And more of something else than there ought to be.

Living in the land of good and plenty here,
We've got a lot of good food, wine, and beer.
Hard to keep trim with all that going on,
But a single man might sing this song:

Hey look at those girls sitting over there.
From here they all look pretty fair.
Look at them jugs, and loose fitting dress,
Tell tale signs of a big fat ass.

A big fat ass,
A big fat ass,
God damn I hate a big fat ass.

So just stay put, we'll drink some beer,
We canÕt be sure from over here,
When she goes to the john it'll tell the tale,
I told you so, itÕs a baby whale.
A baby whale,
A baby whale,
I won't put moves on a baby whale.

Here's another little verse about the same old thing,
About this girl with everything.
Looks and brains, and personality,
And more in back than whatÕs meant for me.

We're living in the land of good and plenty here,
Too much food, and wine, and beer.
Hard to keep fit with all that going on,
But her boyfriend might just sing this song:

You know I don't mind the smoking, or the halitosis,
A few bad zits, or a mild neurosis.
A little B.O.., or a flabby gut,
But I just canÕt hack your big fat butt.

Your big fat butt,
Your big fat butt,
Don't want to be seen with that big fat butt.

I don't mind your bad grooming habits,
You can bay at the moon,
You can go run rabbits.
In fact, I can name a few tests you pass,
But you just flunked out with that big fat ass,

Your big fat ass,
Your big fat ass,
IÕm giving you an "F" for your big fat ass.

Here's another little verse about the same old thing,
About this girl with everything.
Looks and brains, and personality,
And a rear like a five ton GMC.

We're living in the land of good and plenty here,
Too damn much food, and wine, and beer.
Hard to keep trim with all that going on,
But married man might sing this song:

Now baby, what the hell can I do with you?
To buy you dinner costs the price of two.
To games, to shows, you need two seats,
The city's planning wider streets.

Wider walks,
Wider seats,
Now we've got to have wider streets.

Well, you broke my chair with those humongous hocks,
The carÕs gotten four new overload shocks.
You broke the toilet and an escalator,
Now you've got to ride in a freight elevator.

A freight elevator,
And an escalator,
You even crushed your new vibrator.
Well about this girl with everything,
This candidate for Dairy Queen.
She's pissed off now so I'll end this song,
Get rid of them buns and we'll get it on.

Get it on.
Get it on,
Get rid of them buns and we'll get it on.

 

Keywords: insult, overwight