Roast Kid

I'm getting fatter
than a fat mad hatter
'cause I eat 10 cakes a day.
My belly's turning jelly,
my toes to sausages,
my eyeballs sinking in their sockets
and my lozenges
are full of sugar.

Sugar...

...full of sugar
in my boogers
gasoline in my spleen,
my marbles searching for the door
you know what I mean.
I meant that I am,
the King of Siam,
and my harem is 300 lovely girls,
who all have guppies,
they treat like puppies
that I will chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
up into chum.
And fill up slippy kiddie pools,
by the stinking bucketful
and dig up the cabrito when it's done,
done.
Done.