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Cordurory Blues
Performed by adam sandler

When I was a boy
There was no limit to 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 to 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 frolicking has caused my ego to hurt
’cause even when I’m in the shower alone
I’m to embarrased to remove my shirt

What made a millionaire out of mr. frito-lay
Made a fat mother fucker outta me
What made a millionaire out of mr. frito-lay
Made a fat mother fucker 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 me 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 all 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
You fat fuck, you fat fuck
Made a fat mother fucker outta me
What made a millionaire out of mr. frito-lay
You fat fuck, you fat fuck
Made a fat mother fucker outta me
And all that ice cream I been eating lately
My chins alone weight 203

The diet starts tomorrow!
I have a grapefruit for breakfast
For lunch a bown 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, fuck the diet
Bring on the chips flavored with bacon

What made a millionaire out of mr. frito-lay
Made a fat mother fucker outta me
What made a millionaire out of mr. frito-lay
Made a fat mother fucker outta me
And all them crumb-cakes I been eating lately