No One Likes a Fat Pop Star

No One Likes a Fat Pop Star I come from a land of kebabs and curries Second helpings, no worries Pile the carbs upon the plate Then one day, it's too late No breakfast, no luncheon Just carpets I'm munching A thimble of self-esteem Glazed nothing for afters An absence of laughter The saddest that I've ever been You just can't be portly Not this side of 40 Showbiz, a single chin game Scum paparazzies And weight police nasties Have narrowed the hall of fame 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 No one likes a fat pop star Pop is a place for the thin No one like a fat pop star We're sorry, we can't let 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 that? No breakfast, no luncheon Just carpets I'm munching A thimble of self-esteem Glazed nothing for afters An absence of laughter The thinnest that I've ever been Thank you