Down at the deli,
Down at the counter,
Just can't afford the steak this time.
We are the hungry,
The fat generation.
We are the ones with big behinds.
And I wonder when
We're ever gonna change.
Eating everything here
'Till nothing else remains...
We don't need another gyro!
All it does is make our thighs grow.
All we want is life beyond
The trailer home.
Looking for something
We can eat five of,
There's got to be tubs of butter out there.
Mayo and french fries,
Their day is coming,
Deep-fried molasses down at the fair.
And I wonder when
We're ever gonna change, change.
Eating everything here
'Till nothing else remains...
Pass the Frito Lays!
We don't need another gyro!
All it does is make our thighs grow.
All we want is life beyond
The trailer home.
Now, what did I do with my fries?
They're lost in the dark.
And soon they'll attract all the flies
In the trailer park!
GIMME STOVETOP STUFFING!
We don't need another gyro!
All it does is make our thighs grow.
All we want is life beyond
The trailer home.