I come from a land of kebabs and curries,
WilliamsNo One Likes a Fat Pop Star - Robbie

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.

(Chorus)

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.

(Chorus)

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.