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Story of my life, story of my life
Well, let’s just say it’s a fork and a knife
There’s one thing on my mind, one thing all the time
I got to fill my mouth

Got no favourite meal, got no favourite meal
I say every meal is clean if it fills me up for real
My belly’s big and it’s just a start, my appetite’s my heart

And when I had enough, I just throw up and laugh

But this time, this time, it’s not a cow
Kind of personal, can’t explain to you why
Now this time, this time, it’s not a cow
Mr. PC, are you ready to bow?

Breakfast in bed, breakfast in bed
The bed’s in the kitchen so it’s easy to be fed
And when I’m fed, yes, when I’m fed, I go back to bed

Food and sleep-watch, food and sleep-watch
The thing should keep me from having too much
My belly is big and that’s just a start, my appetite’s my heart

Sometimes it feels that I could kill for desert

This time, this time, it’s not a cow
It’s kind of personal, can’t explain to you why
No, this time, this time, it’s not a cow
So Mr. PC, are you ready to bow?

The story of my life, a big fork and the sharpest knife
I guess this solid, solid, solid, solid, solid
Bridge leads me on to the nearest fridge

But when I had enough, I just throw up and laugh

So this time, this time, it’s not a cow
It’s kind of personal, can’t explain to you why
No, this time, this time, it’s not a cow
Mr. PC, are you ready to bow?

This time, this time, it’s not a cow, not a cow
Now this time, this time, this time, this time, it’s not a cow
Not a big, sheep, chicken, moose, duck, snake, horse or a frog

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