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 carpet 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 forty
Showbiz is a single chin game
Scum paparazzi's 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 likes a fat pop star
We're sorry we can't let 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 carpet 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

Copyright: Exploration Group LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Chris Heath, Guy Antony Chambers, Robert Peter Williams