Seven Hundred Pounds (Lyrical misbehaviour)

[Scx]

(~BBW, song, I guess there's some ~~WG)

And now:

There are grits in the Southern food
Wider as you grow -oh-oh,
There are collards and greens to shove
Into your Seven Hundred Pounds...

Now I have fed you like a pig
Like an uncontrolled feedee
And I have loved you even as a twig
And I will love you fatty...

In time you'll know the total bliss
From watching your belly grow -oh-oh
Bloating like a blimp from the pasta dish
Up to Seven Hundred Pounds

There are grits in the Southern food
And if you ever decide you should go
You'll hoist your fattened bulk from bed
You're over Seven Hundred Pounds...

Scx

With all due respect to the originators of the rhyming scheme and the harmony. Scx