Music and lyrics: Paul
Andy: Bass, Fender Rhodes, synth, vocals
Paul: Main Vocal, Yamaha SG1000 electric guitar
John: Piando, Crumar Multiman pianos/strings
Copyright: Paul Colbert, Andy Honeybone, John Bishop, All rights reserved.
❖ Stamp your little foot and make a scene. Too tight, the label's wrong, she can't be that size. Count the calories and diet sheets, Can't take this health food kick when I'm the ball. Lettuce won't keep a man alive, No snacks... Just a little night muesli One more week you'll see through me. I'm prostrate while you lose weight. Feel the pangs of hunger rumbling. Nightmares, six foot chips all covered in cream. Justice can be rough with bathroom scales, Each ounce it pronounces on me. Nothing left in the fridge to eat, Except... Just a little night muesli One week more you'll see through me. The diet's fine, It's yours not mine! Darling your figure's very slim, An hourglass, yes that's right, Though most of the sand has run to ground, Couldn't we go out for a meal tonight? But dear I'm only doing it for you, You want me to look how I used to do. Anyway, I plan to stay... thin. Saccharin in the coffee cup, Special K in the bowl. Fatties unite, stand up and fight, Tyre to tyre and block the light. You got yoghourt when the chips are down, But my appetite has taken a change. They make make you slimmer of the year, But you'll find my patience has worn more thin. Filling my menu nowadays, I've found just a little night floozy, Sends a thrill of love through me. The last resort - it's food for thought. ⁂