You're there sitting pretty, think you are a young girl
What a pity you are slightly plump and fifty three next Sunday
Sexy gowns of satin tight around your waist you look so fat in
Nose up in the air you think they stare, they're laughing
Fat madame don't you see, you're just past the age of twenty-three
You can't swing like you used to but when you waddle ooh (when you waddle when)
Chocolates you eat them, raspberry jam and treacle you'll delete them
You are gaining weight, your corsets break around you
Fat madame don't you see, you're just past the age of twenty-three
You can't swing like you used to but when you waddle ooh (when you waddle when)
Sexy gowns of satin tight around your waist you look so fat in
Nose up in the air you think they stare, they're laughing
Oh-oh-oh yeah
Oh, woaw-oh oh yeah come
Oh please, oh
Oh-oh-oh yeah
Oh, woaw-oh oh