Fat Madame - Michel Polnareff

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

Chocolates you eat them, raspberry jam and treacle you’ll delete them

You are gaining weight, your corsets break around you

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