She said it's not drug abuse,nThey're diet pills, was her excusenNobody wants a woman with a big caboose.n(You must forgive your mom)nnShe cleaned the house in half an hour,nMildew didn't have a chance in the showernMy mom was always higher than the ol' Sears Towern(Responsibility that sickens your heart)nnOoh-ooh-ooh-oooh-oohnMy mom was no fat broad...nOoh-ooh-ooh-oooh-oohnMy mom was no fat broad...nnShe tied the tubing for a bulging vein,nHit that mainer then she sped awaynLike the white tornado of Avenue An(Your mother was very unhappy)nnOoh-ooh-ooh-oooh-oohnMy mom was no fat broad...nOoh-ooh-ooh-oooh-oohnMy mom was no fat broad...nnOompah doompah doompah doompah-dee doo...nnFear of bulbous rollin' roundnLookin' like Augustus GloopnIt's the runway model voguenThat made my momma swallow younMy momma's little helpers got her mind crazy, singin' the bluesnnShe kept her stash on top of the fridge,nI tried to flush it down the toilet one time I was sixnI still remember the fit that she pitchednMy mom was not fat!n(...She was nuts.)nnThey took the gurney down the stairs,nand the policeman saidnThat I could ride with him in his front seatnHe said, My little man, your mom is at peace.nnMy momma was no fatnMomma was no fatnMom...nMy mom was no fat broad,nMy mom was no fat broad...