My mama, she was overweight;
My daddy, he was too.
And if a bare bone was left,
We fed it to Old Blue.
Chorus:
I’m fat from shame—
My mama is to blame.
We ate everything on the table.
Fat from shame—
My mama is to blame.
I eat every biscuit I’m able.
We ate what was before us
And never saved a cent.
Bought fatback from the grocery store,
Could hardly pay the rent.
My mama, she stayed overweight,
But Old Blue, he died one night.
I figured we’d eat him too,
Just so we’d do what’s right.
Chorus:
I’m fat from shame—
My mama is to blame.
We ate everything on the table.
Fat from shame—
My mama is to blame.
I eat every biscuit I’m able.
Now we have three children
And they all have beer guts.
We built a little brewery.
We drive the neighbors nuts.
We sit around the table.
We don’t stand a lot.
And one thing you can bet on:
Skinny we’re not.
Chorus:
I’m fat from shame—
My children are to blame.
They eat everything on the table.
Fat from shame—
My children are to blame.
I eat every biscuit,
all the corn bread,
all the chicken,
all the dumplings,
all the taters,
all the gravy,
all the pork chops
I’m able.
Lunch at the Piccadilly Page 17