Hell I'm not sure, but I've really thought dinosaurs
Had all died like sixty million years ago
So why the fuck are they seen everyday, on the streets in cafes
Scared of their own portraits like Dorian Grey?
Nah, seriously it's easy to see
We got a problem with obesity
At least that species Freezes-D (that's us)
Generally calls a motherfuckin' Monie
I think something big is coming
Go, kids, get in here quick!
The might not be fast but they're eating like shit
Blood-cholesterol high up in this bitch
So get the fuck inside and hide under your bed
Can ya feel it? The earth is shaking!
Can ya see it? The asphalt's breaking!
Can ya hear it, that awful sound?
Like a bunch of elephants jumping up and down
Boom Boom! That's the sound of the monies
Boom Boom! So fat.
Boom Boom! That's the sound of the monies
Boom Boom! So get yar ass into cover!
Damn! I can't even imagine how degrading it feels
Having instead of two arms a couple of dead baby seals
But seems no big deal cause they squeeze at least ten treats
Between the regular meals everyone eats. Come on, I mean:
How many monies actually tried to diet and not just lied about it?
Even to themselves, well, guess that's a number as small as the chance
That this song won't leave monies depressed
Get that ass into cover
Cause all those monies got weight and force of an aircraft-carrier
Don't get me wrong, this is not about hate in fact
We think it's fucked up to discriminate, but
Don't you confuse them monies and fatties
Cause monies are sad clowns but fatties are happy
See monies can't accept what they are, so they blame
Everything but themselves cause they're too lazy to change
That's what pisses me off, that whole self-pity thing
Looks like someone cross-bred emos with blimps
And they're so fat, that they can't be denied
Yeah they're so fat, that they can't be denied
They're getting more and they can't be denied and
Soon this planet will be monified!
World wide monie infection! Blown out of bounds
Soon they're all out to get ya! No doubt, no doubt!
World wide monie infection! Blown out of bounds
All-time hungry crowds
And in a couple years
They'll reach critical mass, there be nothing left to eat
Monies will go cannibal, or lie starving in the streets
Completely unable to move like stranded whales on a beach
The end will sound like this