Fat Boys

Skinny boys got nothin'

To lean against in bed

Bony arms and shoulders

Only bruise my head

And when they try to wrestle me

I beat them pound for pound

Skinny boys got nothing

To wrap your arms around.

Skinny boys got visions

Of god-like qualities

But every time I greet one

There's nothing there to squeeze

All that wasted effort

All that vanity

Skinny boys got visions

Of immortality.

Something 'bout those muscle bound boys

Practicing their clean and jerk

Oiling up their bodies for the shine

Never liked those tan and lean boys

Too much pressure, too much work

Looking in the mirror for a sign

I just want a baby-fat boy

Double sized and double chinned

Belly big and pillow to my brain

I just want a spacious lap boy

Jump right on and sink right in

Loving handles driving me insane.

All of that extra weight

All of that extra muscle to play with

Gives me another reason to stay

With the fat boys, fat boys

Everyone cleans the plate

Truly inspired the last of us lingers

To sit by the fire and lick off the fingers

Of the fat boys, fat boys.

Skinny boys are losers

Who seem to try too hard

But every time they talk to me

They won't let down their guard

All that blind devotion

All the foolish pride

Skinny boys are losers

With no place left to hide.

I don't want no squeaky clean boys

So repressed and so refined

Walking like their feet don't touch the ground

I don't want no Mama's best boy

Undeveloped, undefined

Waiting for his chance to be profound

I just want an overgrown boy

Unconditioned, unrehearsed

Fleshy body waiting for the squeeze