Your Staple Diet

I’m fed up to the back teeth, had a belly full,

Diddums wuddems, feed it wiv a shovel.

Oh rubbems tummy wiv a brick, it makes me bloody well sick.

For a moment just be effing well quiet, it’s your staple diet.

Watching you weight, don’t let it out of your sight,

It’s a heavy burden of which we all make light.

Feeds your imagination, eating you away.

Go on make a meal of it, it get’s heavier every day.

Watching your weight, it’s not a lot of fun.

It’s a hefty load: we can all dine out on that one,

Satisfies your insight, chews you up and spits you out.

Go on and treat yourself, it replenishes your self doubt.

Watching your weight it’s all your very own.

Your in for the long haul, god you can moan and moan and moan,

Fulfils your fantasy, you’ve got a lot on your plate.

Go on it’s a veritable feast of bitterness and hate.

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