I feel fat!
Very fat, in fact.
Fatter than a fat cat.
Fatter than a big fat rat.
Fatter even than Jack with all that Spratt.
Fat, fat, fat, not phat — FAT.

Not flat (except for that tire around my waste).
Not a brat (too hot dawgish for my current taste).

No I feel like a round mound of no rebound.
Can’t get up and it would hurt coming down.
Jumping’s definitely not allowed.
Can’t dance, can’t get no rhythm.
Can’t make sense of it.
Used to be a long drink of water,
Now, I just feel fat.

Yep, that’s all there is to say about that!