I come from a land of kebabs and curries
Second helpings, no worries
Piled up carbs upon the plate
Then one day it's too late
No breakfast, no luncheon
Just carpets I'll munch on
A thimble of self esteem

Glazed nothings for afters and absence of laughter
The saddest that I've ever been
You just can't be portly, not this side of fourty
Showbiz's a single-chinned game
Scum paparazzi and weight police
Nasties have 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 restraints
It's the best meal that I've had all week
If I could eat my own words, I'd tear through the verbs
But nobody pays me to speak

No one likes a fat pop star
Pop is a place for the thin
No one wants a fat pop star
I'm sorry, we can't fit you in!
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'll munch on
And a thimble of self esteem
Glazed nothing for afters and absence of laughter
The thinnest that I've ever been
Thank you!