Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Corduroy Blues, artist - Adam Sandler. Album song What's Your Name?, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 04.09.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Corduroy Blues |
| When I was a boy |
| There was no limit on what I could eat |
| Shake after shake after shake after shake |
| Followed by all kinds of red meat |
| Metabolism runnin' around so fast |
| My body never gained no weight |
| That pissed off all my Momma’s friends |
| And made my big-boned sister irate |
| But now I’m a man |
| And all that food frolicking has caused my ego to hurt |
| 'Cause even when I’m in the shower alone |
| I’m too embarrassed to remove my shirt |
| What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay |
| Made a fat mother-f**ker outta me |
| What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay |
| Made a fat mother-f**ker outta me |
| And all them cookies I been munching lately |
| My feets are becoming difficult to see |
| I believe it was my Daddy |
| Who led to this eating disease |
| By calling me «The Little Candy-ass» |
| When I couldn’t finish a burger with cheese |
| Or maybe it was my Momma |
| Who got me addicted to the wrong foods |
| Only when I gobbled down every chicken cutlet |
| Would I get to see Momma’s good moods |
| They said eat this, they said eat that |
| To stay skinny there was no chance |
| And now when I walk I hear corduroy |
| Even though I ain’t wearing pants |
| What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay |
| Made a fat mother-f**ker outta me |
| (You fat f**k, you fat f**k) |
| What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay |
| Made a fat mother-f**ker outta me |
| (You fat f**k, you fat f**k) |
| And all that ice cream I been eatin' lately |
| My chins alone weigh 203 |
| The diet starts tomorrow! |
| I have a grapefruit for breakfast |
| For lunch a bowl of white rice |
| Dinnertime it’s a saltless potato |
| I ain’t allowed no spice |
| If this diet’s gonna work |
| Tonight I can’t eat no more |
| «Just go to sleep,» I say to myself |
| As I close the bedroom door |
| Two in the morning, I wake up to piss |
| My belly’s hungry and achin' |
| Tiptoe to the kitchen, f**k the diet |
| Bring on the chips flavored with bacon |
| What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay |
| Made a fat mother-f**ker outta me |
| What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay |
| Make a tub o' shit outta me |
| And all them crumb-cakes I been eating lately |
| I shoulda bought stock in Sara Lee |