No One Likes a Fat Pop Star - Robbie Williams (罗比·威廉姆斯)

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

(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 what's 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