Story Behind The Song

I wrote the music for this on guitar in 1979, at age 19. A year later, after having joined the Air Force and drinking lots of beer, I noticed the first beginnings of a pad of fat on my belly. Taking that and running with it, this song emerged. I began work on the setting for this song in Reason 2.5 during December 2003. The vocals were recorded in January 2004 on a flight from Los Angeles to New York, holding my notebook computer up to my mouth and speaking into the computer's built-in microphone. I'm certain the other passengers around me thought I was insane...

Song Description

What happens when a formerly thin person gains weight and decides they enjoy it?

Lyrics

I?ve got a belly, I?ve got a gut
Quivers like jelly in a tablespoon, but
I love my belly, I like my fat
I look mature, I?ve got a stomach to pat

I?ve earned my belly, I?ve worked for my roll
It?s beer and pretzels and no physical goal
Majestic belly, hangs out to there
Above the waistband of my underwear

Too much cholesterol, not much exercise
Has me ballooning to a maximum size
My doctor tells me that I?ve got to reduce
But then my shirts would fit me baggy and loose

Budweiser tumor, all pasty and white
A bigtime weekend sports spectator?s delight
Can?t see my kneecaps, can?t see my toes
My pee-pee?s down there somewhere too, I suppose

My friends from college all are wondering how
I used to be so thin, but look at me now
Chips of potato and a flagon of brew
A blimp in denim on a sofa or two

I?ve got a belly, I?ve got a gut
Quivers like jelly in a tablespoon, but
I love my belly, I like my fat
I look mature, I?ve got a stomach to pat

I?m getting paunchy, watch me expand
Some call it raunchy but they don?t understand
I?m cantilevered out over my belt
They can?t appreciate what they?ve never felt

©1980, 2004 by Michael Fisher