Fat white man in a fat white car
Soft rage from old age
Full wallet, thin hair, mostly bald
Smokin' his way out of town, stoppin' at the garage
I was working the day shift
Where he bumps into Lisa
She was looking good in a tight black dress
Standing by the crisps and the sandwiches
He walked over, he was looking fat, mostly bald
Seriously, buy the most expensive car you want
You're going bald
Gently Bentley, you're a heavy load
Gently Bentley
Fat white man on the road
Eyes on the prize, he asks, "Where you headed, to a party?"
I just put diesel in my unleaded
Oh, no
That could really wreck your car
What are you gonna do?
She looked at him, he looked at her, I looked at you
You're a damsel in that dress, Lisa
And neither of us are getting any younger
I'm an executive, and your games hunger
Gently Bentley, you're a heavy load
Gently Bentley
Fat white man on the road
The next week, I was working the night shift
Fat white man, in a fat white car, with a fat white wallet
Red face thin hair, mostly bald
Slid through the automated doors, and out from the fridge
Lisa appeared, this time by the wines and beers
Well, fancy seeing you here, my batteries died
I thought it was best that I come looking for some help inside
He bought a toffee crisp, and a bottle of sprite
The passenger seats' yours
Gently Bentley, you're a heavy load
Gently Bentley
Fat white man on the road, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
There he goes, look at him go
Fat white man on the road, oh, yeah
Honestly, I can't count those Skittles again
They're exactly the same as I fucking left 'em
Fat white man on the road, yeah
Yeah, somebody's got to taste the rainbow, but it's not me
Fat white man on the road
What time am I on till? Really?
Argh, fuck, I, yeah