Help us, help us    We're so fat    Help us now    Before we die of a heart attack       They say it's not how much    But what you eat    Chips and chocolate aren't good    Maybe I should eat more meat       Maybe I'll die Early    In a painful death    But at least I would have eaten    To my last breath       I don't smoke or drink    And no- one's perfect    So why can't I just live    And make my life worth it?       God chooses who lives and dies    He chooses who's good and bad    So I think he chose me to be fat    Just like he chose me to be a lad       I don't care what people think    They can laugh    If they want    I don't adore my body in the bath       You care too much about your weight    Just eat what you want    And hang around with your mate       At the end of the day    I eat what I'm told    It's there to be ate    Otherwise it gets cold       What is death, but an aspect of life?    It's snack time    So give me my chips    And a fork and a knife