You're fat.

You are fat.
What do you think about that?

We have to build cars bigger to haul your ass around.
Fit more food per cent you pay.

Make food come to you, so you don't have to come to it.

You are fat, give it up.
No exercise will make you lean,
For you will abandon it in time you'll see.

Desperation will overcome your life, as that haunting 3rd ass check
will make it seem.

Those jeans you want to wear again, will never see the light of day
and lay folded, tucked away.

You'll adapt, oh sure you will. When the pills and the practices all go to naught.
Along with everything you fought.

So sit back, lay down, take it easy, breathe out.
The television can bring all your information about.

Don't sweat, don't fret, there is always more.
Technology can bring everything to your door.

Can't score, don't worry there are others like you.
Sitting at home thinking about it too.

Do yourself a favor and log on the web,
get a new bed. You'll thank yourself in the end.

Buy the UnbrelloStop now and save yourself from the impending rain of obesity.