I’m still in the cupboardnBecause big women look much worse than big mennAnd I’m a fifteen stone defendernThe clothes that I have stowed awaynSimply accentuate my weightnnBut big is beautiful nWell, not herenI’m not a Vanity Fair casennThat slim-fit wet suit is not younThat black lace negligee is not younThat satin dinner dress is not younThose sexy kitten heels are not younnIt’s such a borenThis Babylon and on, the booze and babesnAnd I’m up to herenWith playing down the wings and clueless forwardsn(And fucking score-draws)nA perfect journey nTo Dietrich, Judy Garland, or Fay WraynBut I doubt I’ll ever start itnI’ll stick to PelenWounded astronauts nAnd the shell-suit crazennBut I’m sick of headcase racist jibesnSick of deep-fried arteriesn