Lunch at the Piccadilly

by Edgerton, Clyde

  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.