Fat b****** Lyrics

He'll eat your pies, he'll tell you lies,
You wouldn't believe that fat b******'s size,
His massive gut is forty foot,
It goes dark when he walks in the pub.
His b***ocks part, you'll hear him fart,
He's so fat, he can't wipe his own a***,
So now you've heard about the ugly t***,
He's a virgin and he's never had a bird.

Does anyone know he's gay?
He goes round spreading AIDs.
(We haven't got a clue where the fat f***** is)

Can anyone guess his weight?
That was his fourteenth plate,
(The fat b******!)

Five hundred pounds, he's very round,
But he gets taller when he lies on the ground,
He busts his flies, but he can't hide,
Coz he's too big, too fat and too f****** wide.
Has anyone seen him eat?
He's never seen his feet,
(We haven't got a clue where the fat f***** is)

His backside blubbers about,
Cleavage peeping out,
(The fat b******.)

Has anyone seen him eat?
He's never seen his feet,
(Found him, he;s over here!)
Can anyone guess his weight?
That was his fourteenth plate,
(The fat b******!)

b******, b******, fat b******, (chanted numerous time)

His backside blubbers about,
Cleavage peeping out,
(The fat b******.)

Has anyone seen him eat?
He's never seen his feet,
(Found him, he;s over here!)

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