I'm gonna get eyes tattooed to my eyelids
I'm gonna get teeth tattooed to my lips
A medal on my chest a mouth behind my neck
I'll get extra legs tattooed to my hips

When fatty get a stylist the world'll gather round
Shower him with gratitude and free love
When fatty gets a stylist you'll never keep him down
So eat up, eat up eat up

I'm gonna get hold a velvet windcheater
I'm gonna get hold a uranium tie
A chastity belt made out of felt
Horns on my forehead and scars on my thighs

When fatty get a stylist the world'll gather round
Shower him with gratitude and free love
When fatty gets a stylist you'll never keep him down
So eat up, eat up eat up

Fatty! Fatty! Fatty! Fatty gets a stylist!

I'm gonna add moles instead remove 'em
I'm gonna cut off the lobe of each ear
Put hooves under my feet so i can keep the beat
A woofer and a tweeter in my jaw so I can hear

When fatty gets a stylist! Fatty gets a stylist!

When fatty gets a stylist
The circus comes to town
Beggin' him for autographs and prenups
When fatty gets a stylist the calories abound
So eat up eat up eat up

Eat up! eat up! eat up!


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