Help us, help us

We're so fat

Help us now

Before we die of a heart attack



They say it's not how much

But what you eat

Chips and chocolate aren't good

Maybe I should eat more meat



Maybe I'll die Early

In a painful death

But at least I would have eaten

To my last breath



I don't smoke or drink

And no- one's perfect

So why can't I just live

And make my life worth it?



God chooses who lives and dies

He chooses who's good and bad

So I think he chose me to be fat

Just like he chose me to be a lad



I don't care what people think

They can laugh

If they want

I don't adore my body in the bath



You care too much about your weight

Just eat what you want

And hang around with your mate



At the end of the day

I eat what I'm told

It's there to be ate

Otherwise it gets cold



What is death, but an aspect of life?

It's snack time

So give me my chips

And a fork and a knife