Who transplanted your head To your big fat momma's body? Last time that I saw you, You was such a hotty. They say that young girls always End up looking like their mother; But the way you look right now, I'd rather dance with your brother. You were born and bred And obviously well fed; An empty box of Bonbons Underneath your bed. I used to take you out When you was a slim and purty; Now I think I'll stay home, Play my hurdy-gurdy. more