Fat Kids

I was a fat kid
He was a fat kid
She was a fat kid too

When you are a fat kid
You will always bite off
More than you could ever chew

We could never run fast
We were always picked last
Staring at our new gym shoes

When you are a fat kid
All your friends are fat kids
Sweating to the fat kid blues

Cakes, puddings, and pies
These are the apples of our little eyes
Cookies and cream pops with something inside

Something inside (Oh)
Making us wide (Oh)

Standing in the corner
Staring at the dance floor
Watching all the thin kids groove

When you are a fat kid
You can never practice
All your little fat kid moves

Kissing on my pillow
Wishing it was skin though
Betty from my homeroom class

But what the real sad fact is
If Betty was a fat kid
I don't think I'd want to ask
If Betty was a heifer
I don't think I'd address her
And these are just the fat kid facts

Cakes, puddings, and pies
These are the things that we love and despise
We don't count sheep, we count roast chicken thighs (Full)

Roast chicken thighs (Oh)
Fat kids fall over
And roast chicken breasts
They'll fight 'til their deaths

I was a fat kid
He was a fat kid
She was a fat kid too

When you are a fat kid
You will always bite off
More than you could ever chew
Oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh