Smoke, gin and tonic, fatness you mean, bigger roll of skin
Those pretty people rolling windows down to let the sunlight in
Cool butter between shoulder blades, and the slide is long
Down the spine to the place where the spine rises up and I say

One, seven one eight, seven six eight, double oh double four, friction
Burns the butter back to milk
Running on fumes, I got to get right with this

Can you feel the weight pull down
Jelly breakfast big belly gonna' belly is two bellies and what is the sound
Of two bellies slapping, flapping, and the legs lock at the knees
Together like parenthesis, fighting to the death

Can you feel the weight?