As graceful as a newborn
He waves his chubby fists
Like blades of chubby windmills
As the punch the sky to bits
And he winks his puffy eyelids
And he pouts a puffy lip
And he pinches his accordian
In chubby fingertips
Watch the fat man swing. Watch the fat man swing.
Watch the fat man swing. Swing his chubby thing.
Invisible and stupid
His mistress finds a niche
And tries invest vain vain to ascertain
The man behind the twitch
"Tell my god he's such a genious"
Says his transparent bride
His accordian inflates
And then explodes in liquid pride
So watch the fat man swing. Watch the fat man swing.
Watch the fat man swing. Swing his chubby thing.
Because the bigger they are the hardey they breathe
Like undulating jello
He glistens and he slides
And he leaves his helpless audience
Amused and horrified
"Hell you people ha ve been lovely,
But now it's time go to"
And the bellows
In his yellow thing
Turn pink and start to grow
So watch the fat man swing. Watch the fat man swing.
Watch the fat man swing. Swing his chubby thing.