Midnight Saturday sat in the darkwatching the ceiling falling apartthe air-conditioner's been busted for weeksso the smell of cooking seeps through the floor
I can't eat no more
They want me to be as light as a featherso the Doctor's wired my jaws togethernow I'm locked in the bedroom away from the foodso I lie on my back in the dark in the nude
I can't eat no more
I got to use a straw
But if the Devil dragged me down to the kitchen
I wouldn't put up a fight
I'd gladly sign away my soulfor a T-bone steak tonight
I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac
I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjacka stack, a rack, a six-pack Jackjust call me Jack Kerouacclick-clack open up the hatchback
I could eat a Bubble car or a packamackpattacake, pattacake Big Macgood God it's a snack attack
Gimme sausage, egg and beans and chipsmilkshakes, clambakes, fondue & dipsand sauces, horses, 17 coursesof barbequed beef with asparagus tipsrashers of bacon, bagels and loxand tandoori prawns and a box of chocsspaghetti with mussels, palma hams
& deep frozen waffles with syrup & jams
My willpower's gone I'm down on my kneespraying to the God of cottage cheeseit's no good trying I'll never beat it
`cos if it moves I'll eat it
So undo my trousers, let out the slackwho cares it's a snack attackit's a snack attack
I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac
I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjacka stack, a rack, a six-pack Jackjust call me Jack Kerouacclick-clack open up the hatchback
I could eat a Bubble car or a packamackpattacake, pattacake Big Macgood God it's a snack attackit's a snack attackit's a snack attackit's a snack attack
My father was a gents outfittermy mother went crazy, they had to commit herthey used to tell me don't be a quitterbut I know deep down I'm the runt of the litter
I can't eat no more
I gotta use a straw
How do you take an overdoseor even pretend to do itwhen the last straw is the one in your mouthand you can't suck sleepers through it
I can't eat no more
I gotta use a straw
But if the Devil took me to Mexicoto taste his guacamole
I'd gladly sign my name in bloodand give him the keys to my soulbecause I can't eat no more
I can't eat no more
I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac
I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjacka stack, a rack, a six-pack Jackjust call me Jack Kerouacclick-clack open up the hatchback
I could eat a Bubble car or a packamackpattacake, pattacake Big Macgood God it's a snack attackit's a snack attackit's a snack attack
I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac
I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjacka stack, a rack, a six-pack Jackjust call me Jack Kerouacclick-clack open up the hatchback
I could eat a Bubble car or a packamackpattacake, pattacake Big Macgood God it's a snack attackit's a snack attack
Midnight Sunday asleep on the floorcurled up in the corner can't take no more
Armies of food invade my sleepled by lasagnas ten inches deep
My head is pounding my heart is beatingcows are mooing sheep are bleating
I'm being haunted by all the meat I've eatenand then a burglar alarm goes off in my headand I wake up screaming am I dead or aliveand the clock says fiveit's only five in the morning
I'm covered in sweatam I hungry? you bet!
Cold turkey's what I'm going throughcold turkey's what I needbut they hung a sign on my appetitesaying "
Danger Do Not Feed"I can't eat no more
I got to use a straw
I can't eat no more
I can't eat no more
And they've even taken awaythe pictures of food I had on my walland my treasured collection of menusthey screwed up into a ballin front of my face they flicked itout of the window into the nightbut they'll never unscramble the combinationthey'll never get it rightnow if they made a feature filmthat featured only food
I'd wallow in the crowd sceneswhile the rest of the audience booedand if I got myself a video
I could satisfy the need
I could check out the action frame by frameand watch the calories breedbut I can't eat no more
I got to use a straw
I can't eat no more
I can't eat no more
I got to use a straw
I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac
I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjacka stack, a rack, a six-pack Jackjust call me Jack Kerouacclick-clack open up the hatchback
I could eat a Bubble car or a packamackpattacake, pattacake Big Macgood God it's a snack attackit's a snack attack
I feel like Kojak sitting in a Cadillac
I gotta eat, I gotta eat a Flapjacka stack, a rack, a six-pack Jackjust call me Jack Kerouacclick-clack open up the hatchback
I could eat a Bubble car or a packamackpattacake, pattacake Big Macgood God it's a snack attackit's a snack attack
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