Some day Weird Al and I will cut an album

It's been a while, but once again I've been inspired by song. This one goes out to my pal who invented this song title, and to John Mayer for when he was hitting off Jessica Simpson during the six months of the year she was bingeing.


I drank all afternoon
You eat entrees for two
One thing they'll never do
is discover me
discovering you



One mile to every inch of
Your skin like rubbermaid
One head like a corrugated lid and
Your beef jerky tongue

'Cause if you want love
I'll fake it
Your skin flaps
Like blankets
Take all the bed supports
And break 'em
Maybe I'm a pudge-o-phile?









Her body was a garbage can
Her body was a garbage (cut off my hands)
Her body was a garbage can




Something 'bout the way I only f*ck her face.
The dress she wore, well it looks just like a pillowcase
God bless the blackouts bro
Though I might wake to find it
I'll never let the door hit her ass
Without my hand behind it


Her body was a garbage can
Her body was a garbage (without a tan)
Her body was a garbage can

Damn baby
Please castrate me
I know you're mine all mine all mine
But you can't believe it's not butter all the time


Fatty fat fatty fat fat fat
Fatty fat cer-tain-ly not real slim
Her body was a garbage can
Her body was a garbage (she ate my hand)
Her body was a garbage can
Her body was a garbage can