[Verse 1]
I come from a land of kebabs and curries
Second helpings, no worries
Pile the carbs upon the plate
Then one day, it's too late
[Verse 2]
No breakfast, no luncheon
Just carpets I'm munching
A thimble of self-esteem
Glazed nothing for afters
An absence of laughter
The saddest that I've ever been
[Verse 3]
You just can't be portly
Not this side of 40
Showbiz, a single chin game
Scum paparazzies
And weight police nasties
Have narrowed the hall of fame
[Chorus 1]
No one likes a fat pop star
Pop is a place for the thin
No one likes a fat pop star
We want to hear thin people sing
I come from a land of kebabs and curries
Second helpings, no worries
Pile the carbs upon the plate
Then one day, it's too late
[Verse 2]
No breakfast, no luncheon
Just carpets I'm munching
A thimble of self-esteem
Glazed nothing for afters
An absence of laughter
The saddest that I've ever been
[Verse 3]
You just can't be portly
Not this side of 40
Showbiz, a single chin game
Scum paparazzies
And weight police nasties
Have narrowed the hall of fame
[Chorus 1]
No one likes a fat pop star
Pop is a place for the thin
No one likes a fat pop star
We want to hear thin people sing
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