The story of my life, well let's just say it's a fork and a knife There is one thing on my mind, one thing all the time, I got to fill my mouth Got no favorite meal, I say every meal is clean if it fills me up for real my Belly's big and it's just a start, my appetite is my heart And when I had enough I just throw up and laugh (awhile)? This time, it's not a cow, it's kind of personal, can't explain to you why This time, it's not a cow, so mr. p.c. are you ready to bow Breakfast in bed, the bed's in the kitchen so it's easy to be fed And when I'm fed, yes, when I'm fed, I go right back to bed Food and sleepwalk, the thing should keep me from having too much Real my belly's big and it's just a start, my appetite is my heart Sometimes it feels that I could kill for desert The story of my life, a big fork and the sharpest knife I guess this solid bridge leads me on to the nearest fridge And when I had enough I just throw up and laugh (awhile)? Not a pig, sheep, chicken, moose, duck, snake, horse or a frog
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