Grow, Mrs. Goldfarb Allan Sherman

Grow, Mrs. Goldfarb, fatter, fatter
Pile the potatoes on your platter
Listen to me, 'cause I'm your hubby
I just adore you plump and chubby
I got a letter from the state, Dear
You're gonna need a license plate, Dear
My little elephant joke come true
Chew, Mrs. Goldfarb, chew!

There is so much more of you
More to adore of you
'Cause you're not slender
In your white dress, you're a doll
Big as the Taj Mahal
In all its splendor
When you're in department stores
Don't use revolving doors
You might get stuck, Dear
When you use the telephone
Go in the booth alone
And lots of luck, Dear

You had for breakfast: two pounds bacon
Three dozen eggs, one coffee cake, and
Then you had something really awful
Four kippered herrings on a waffle
Nine English muffins, one baked apple
Boston cream pie, Philadelphia scrapple
Seventeen bowls of Crispy Crunch
Then you said, "What's for lunch?"