Baby Fat's Got a Girlfriend - Screeching Weasel

I don’t know how he ever pulled it off

Who’d have ever thought he’d find a girl?

Useless legs, a horrifying face

And quite that attitude

He’s got the kind of personality

That makes me wanna scream and run away

Burning, hateful eyes and bitter venom

Dripping from his fangs

He must have cast a voodoo spell on her

Baby fat’s got a girlfriend

That bespectacled pathetic old geek

What kind of girl would date a circus freak

What kind of girl would date a circus freak

What kind of girl would date a circus freak