(Gold/Gouldman)
She's my big fat baby
She's my XL lady
She's got an appetite
Like Mr Spielberg's great white
And when it's time for dinner
There's no chance she'll get much thinner
She's my jumbo honey, jumbo honey
Ate up all my money, all my money
When it's time for lunch
She can munch and plunge
The farmers take a beating
If she ever gave up eating
She was in the town of Wilmslow
At a local bistro
Asked the waiter can you
Bring the left side of the menu
The maitre d' was moaning
As the table started groaning
But she said may I enquire what's for afters
She's my swollen sweetie
Neither lean nor weedy
Her arms are miles apart
But a mammoth heart
Yeah, I'm a low cal' mister
And you know I can't resist her
Oh, oh, big fat lady, big fat lady
She walked to Marks and Spencer
And asked have you size 10 sir
He answered rather curtly
You look more like a 30
You need a shop that's bigger
To deal with your full figure
Then he said Camel Lairds should do nicely
Don't pout baby, you're a special lady
And I need every ton of your love
Who cares, baby, so what if you outweigh me
She's got a Buddha belly, got a Buddha belly
Just like a Botticelli, like a Botticelli
And I love her so, even though
When she sits around the house
She really sits around the house
Big fat baby, she's my big fat baby
Big fat baby, my big fat baby
Big fat baby, big fat baby
She's my big fat baby
She's my XL lady
She's got an appetite
Like Mr Spielberg's great white
And when it's time for dinner
There's no chance she'll get much thinner
She's my jumbo honey, jumbo honey
Ate up all my money, all my money
When it's time for lunch
She can munch and plunge
The farmers take a beating
If she ever gave up eating
She was in the town of Wilmslow
At a local bistro
Asked the waiter can you
Bring the left side of the menu
The maitre d' was moaning
As the table started groaning
But she said may I enquire what's for afters
She's my swollen sweetie
Neither lean nor weedy
Her arms are miles apart
But a mammoth heart
Yeah, I'm a low cal' mister
And you know I can't resist her
Oh, oh, big fat lady, big fat lady
She walked to Marks and Spencer
And asked have you size 10 sir
He answered rather curtly
You look more like a 30
You need a shop that's bigger
To deal with your full figure
Then he said Camel Lairds should do nicely
Don't pout baby, you're a special lady
And I need every ton of your love
Who cares, baby, so what if you outweigh me
She's got a Buddha belly, got a Buddha belly
Just like a Botticelli, like a Botticelli
And I love her so, even though
When she sits around the house
She really sits around the house
Big fat baby, she's my big fat baby
Big fat baby, my big fat baby
Big fat baby, big fat baby