Every time I watch TV some girl's trying to look like Yasmine Bleethnwith a willing army of surgeons by her sidenAnd they suck it out and they push it innand we all stand by with baited breathnStaring at the falling food pyramidnwhile everybody's waiting to diiiiiiii-etnAnd it's an empirical fact nobody's trying to tap this ass nbut if they were they'd have something to grab ontonCause you never quite know when you're gonna need love handles to hold on for dear lifenIf you're ever falling off a cliff and I'm standing somewhere nearby shirtless I'll save your lifenAnd this whole damn country is 17nand the newspapers read the magazinesnAnd everybody's standing on the south beachnpraying for eternal summernAnd me and my friends are on the north shore waiting for DecembernCause if the disapproving looks don't get you the cold willnAnd what ever happened to shake what your momma gave younthey're trying to trade it in for new nAnd if dieting were natural it wouldn't need an industrynand if you wanna hook us up then give us cheap nutritious eatsnnot masochistic phdsnThey make it seem easier to get liposuction nthan to buy a new pair of pantsnAnd I can't help but wonder if we would all be happier nif we learned how to hold our own handsnAnd first you take the left one nand then you take the right nand you forget your pinky's not your thumb and you hold on tight