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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