The Story Of My Life

The story of my life, well let's just say it's a fork and a knife

There's one thing on my mind, one thing all the time

I got to fill my mouth

Got no favorite meal, I say every meal is clean if it fills me up for real

My belly's big and it's just a start, my appetite is my heart

When I had enough I just through up and laugh



This time, it's not a cow, it's kind of personal, can't explain to you why

This time, it's not a cow, so mr.PC are you ready to bow



Breakfast in bed, the bed's in the kitchen so it's easy to be fed

And when I'm fed, yes, when I'm fed, I go back to bed

Food and sleep-watch, the thing should keep me from having too much

Sometimes it feels that I could kill for desert



The story of my life, a big fork and the sharpest knife

I guess this solid bridge leads me on to the nearest fridge

Not a pig, sheep, chicken, moose, duck, snake, horse or a frog