When I was born they came to free us
to heal our battle wounds,
with photographs of big fat mama
the chocolate kings arrived
to feed us full of good intentions
and fatten us with pride.
Stars and candybars!
Shirly temple dipped her dimples
in favorite nurcery rhymes;
big mamas love was pure and simple
and gentle dollar signs
sang out lullabies
So sorry,
her superman is losing fans
and I am so sorry
so sorry
They've packed her bags
They've stacked her flags
and we are so sorry
Her supermarket kingdom is falling
hher war machines on sale
no one left to worship the heroes
her tv gods have failed
hope she takes a look in the mirror
while she is on her way home ...
her supermarket kingdom is falling
her war machines on sale
no one left to worship the heroes
her tv gods have failed
so sorry
her superman is losing fans
and i am so sorry
so sorry
they've packed her bags
they've stacked her flags
and we are so sorry
new you and i know big fat mama
she took us for a ride
but musclemen are out of business
the chocolate kings are dying
you don't wanna waste your life for chocolate heaven
you like to stay alive
like to stay alive!