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Fat Kids Video (MV)




Performed By: Mother Mother
Language: English
Length: 3:06
Written by: Deb Creelman, Molly Guldemond, Ryan Guldemond




Mother Mother - Fat Kids Lyrics
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I was a fat kid
He was a fat kid
She was a fat kid too
When you are a fat kid
You will always bite off
More than you could ever chew

We could never run fast
We were always picked last
Staring at our new gym shoes
When you are a fat kid
All your friends are fat kids
Sweatin' to the fat kid blues

Cakes, puddings and pies
These are the apples of our little eyes
Cookies and cream puffs with something inside
Something inside, oh, making us wide, oh

Standing in the corner
Staring at the dance floor
Watching all the thin kids groove
When you are a fat kid
You can never practice
All your little fat kid moves

Kissin' on my pillow
Wishin' it was skin though
Betty from my homeroom class
But what the real sad fact is
If Betty was a fat kid
I don't think I'd want to ask
If Betty was a heifer
I don't think I'd address her
And these are just the fat kid facts

Cakes, puddings and pies
These are the things that we love and despise
We don't count sheep, we count roast chicken thighs
Full roast chicken thighs, oh, fat kids fall over
And roast chicken breasts, they'll fight 'til their deaths

I was a fat kid
He was a fat kid
She was a fat kid too
When you are a fat kid
You will always bite off
More than you could ever chew
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I was a fat kid
He was a fat kid
She was a fat kid too
When you are a fat kid
You will always bite off
More than you could ever chew

We could never run fast
We were always picked last
Staring at our new gym shoes
When you are a fat kid
All your friends are fat kids
Sweatin' to the fat kid blues

Cakes, puddings and pies
These are the apples of our little eyes
Cookies and cream puffs with something inside
Something inside, oh, making us wide, oh

Standing in the corner
Staring at the dance floor
Watching all the thin kids groove
When you are a fat kid
You can never practice
All your little fat kid moves

Kissin' on my pillow
Wishin' it was skin though
Betty from my homeroom class
But what the real sad fact is
If Betty was a fat kid
I don't think I'd want to ask
If Betty was a heifer
I don't think I'd address her
And these are just the fat kid facts

Cakes, puddings and pies
These are the things that we love and despise
We don't count sheep, we count roast chicken thighs
Full roast chicken thighs, oh, fat kids fall over
And roast chicken breasts, they'll fight 'til their deaths

I was a fat kid
He was a fat kid
She was a fat kid too
When you are a fat kid
You will always bite off
More than you could ever chew
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Deb Creelman, Molly Guldemond, Ryan Guldemond
Copyright: Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment


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