Fat Man's Comin' - David Byrne

Coming from the land of the ice and the snow

A roly-poly man in the dark is ridin'

Everybody knows that he’s out there now

Everybody knows that the fat man’s comin'

His hair is white as the snow

The funky man with the bedroom color

Coming in from the coast

Everybody sensed that you can’t be real

People say it’s just my imagination

Everybody claims that they don’t believe

But everybody knows that the fat man’s comin'

When will we turn a boat of leather?

Here me creeping into the unknown

Leaving pack of dreams on a candy

Before you know it, he’s come and gone

He will be chopped through the bone

And you know he will keep returning

Coming in from the coast

His hair is white as the snow

The funky man with the bedroom color

Coming in from the coast