Lyrics Baby Fat's Got a Girlfriend - Screeching Weasel

Baby Fat's Got a Girlfriend

I don’t know how he ever pulled it off
Who’d have ever thought he’d find a girl?
Useless legs, a horrifying face
And quite that attitude
He’s got the kind of personality
That makes me wanna scream and run away
Burning, hateful eyes and bitter venom
Dripping from his fangs
He must have cast a voodoo spell on her
Baby fat’s got a girlfriend
That bespectacled pathetic old geek
What kind of girl would date a circus freak
What kind of girl would date a circus freak
What kind of girl would date a circus freak