In Another Size

I need another size

'Cause I'm someone who

Has eaten too much

For these size thirty-two's

Gonna bust out the seams

From too many fries

Need another size, yeah

Miss Patricia Arrowood

You need another size

At least try some on

'Cause believe you me

You ain't skin and bones

Your britches way too small

Forget them Calvin Kleins

You need another size, yeah

I need another size

'Cause I'm afraid that I can't breathe

These skin tight starched new Wranglers

Look like they're painted on me

I need to Jazzercise

But I'm way too lazy to

'Cause every time I look

My belly's proof

Need another size

Oh, need another size

'Cause folks stare at me

There in the buffet line

Where it's all you can eat

The scales don't lie

You lost the fin fin fight

Need another size

Yeah, yeah, yeah

And what they don't see

These pants are killing me

I need a trainer and a nurse

My blood pressure's high

'Cause in another size

I could double up on sweets

They've got to make some Wranglers

That will fit my physique

But they don't specialize

In pants the size of parachutes

So I guess I'll walk around

In my birthday suit

'Til they make another size

Need another size

We need another size