My baby says so sweetly
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You¡¯re still my hall in the home but
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Either party got bigger baby
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Party got small, I look down and constantly slip
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I couldn¡¯t even see my shoes
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He¡¯s still ¡°we have a situation¡±
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And I have got the fatboy blues
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Well my friends all treat me kindly
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My friends all treat me great but they are
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So quick to remind me I have put on even more
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Weight and they add too quickly
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Man, this so looks good on you
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And then they try to squeeze on past me
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Leave me here with my fatboy blues
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I don¡¯t know how it happened
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I ain¡¯t no Elvis P. but
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One day I just woke up just as fat I could be and
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Now I stumble out to the kitchen
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For another chicken or two
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Yes, I did it my way
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And I have got the fatboy blues
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My pants keep getting tighter but it
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Ain¡¯t cause I¡¯m aroused
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I can¡¯t fish out my lighter or my
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Keys or loose change, now I guess I¡¯ll be the family pack
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If they come in size 52
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Oh yes I am the walrus
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And I have got the fatboy blues
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Will I ever do get slender?
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I bet I¡¯ll miss myself
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Eating fruit out of a blender
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No cheese, just snow peas and kell
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But I never was good looking
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And now I¡¯m in the ugly who¡¯s who
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Love me, love both of me baby
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I got the ol¡¯ fat boy blues
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And I want a toosh like Bellushi
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But he was living large
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I¡¯m gonna make like Cleopatra and sail down
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The river on a barge way down to New Orleans
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Where they still know a thing or two
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I buy rice and beans and sausage
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Garlic in this fatboy blues
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Ohh rice beans and sausage
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Garlic in the fatboy blues
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Ohhh hmmm
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Fatboy Blues
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Greg Brown |