No One Likes A Fat Pop Star

I come from a land of kebabs and curries,
Second helpings – no worries .
Piled up carbs upon the plate ,
Then one day it’s too late .

No breakfast, no luncheon ,
Just carpets I’ll munch on
a thimble of self esteem.
Glazed nothings for afters and absence of laughter,
The saddest that I’ve ever been.
You just can’t be portly , not this side of fourty,
Showbiz’s a single- chinned game .
Scum paparazzi and weight police nasties have narrowed the hall of fame.

No one likes a fat pop star
Pop is a place for the thin ,
No one likes a fat pop star
We want to hear thin people sing!

When I get faint I chew through my restraints
It’s the best meal that I’ve had all week,
If I could eat my own words , I’d tear through the verbs
But nobody pays me to speak.

No one likes a fat pop star
Pop is a place for the thin ,
No one wants a fat pop star
I’m sorry, we can’t fit you in!

Now you’ve upset me — I feel like a snack !
A packet of Minstrels , a pie and a nap .
So whats wrong with thaaa-aaaat ?

No breakfast, no luncheon ,
Just carpets I’ll munch on
And a thimble of self esteem.
Glazed nothings for afters and absence of laughter,
The thinnest that I’ve ever been.

Thaaaank you