You fat Tammy Hawthorne you ride your bikenI don't even know why but you're a beat wifenYou let food rule you obesity winsnthe cableman tools you and calls you a fishnnIn your pink stucco suburban homenyou run the house with the air of a dronenPulling the siren when everyone's downneating Ben and Jerry's when no one's aroundnnIn service to microwave burritosnHungry Man, Fancy Feast and Texas toastnWhat else do you do watch springer and the viewnwho do you see that says they know you not knew?nnYou fat Tammy Hawthorne you're a lost lifenI don't even know why but you're a beat wifenYou fill up your half life with double sized mealsnDouble garage double husbands and wheelsnnMaybe you need to eat and laze like you donBecause everyone here is depending on younYou carry this country on your portly assnBlindly consuming without looking backnnThere's much more to say and more to tellnBut I'm going to stop cause I can't do it wellnthe wits here and about me for so oh so longnDepart from my mind at the end of each song