I can't laugh to hard I'm on a diet
I'm trying to lose myself, you ought to try it
Just starve for six days straight
Oh, it's a riot
Every Sunday night

I binge and I barf 'cause I carry
The scars of an eight year old
Whose mother applies the same
Rules to her kid's body as her own

I think you'll leave me soon
Though I have no proof of it
But I'll make it easier for you
By being a little bitch (fuck off)
And this is just a theory
But I think the reason
Why I'm scared you're croake is

The only male influence I have
After daddy up and left
Were my mother's weekend lovers
And their alcoholic breaths

I'll tell you what cause it if you'll handle the effects
I'll tell you what cause it if you'll handle the effects
I'll tell you what cause it if you'll handle the effects
Yes, I'll tell you what cause it if you'll handle the effects

I can't laugh to hard I'm on a diet
I'm trying to lose myself you ought to try it
Just starve for 6 days straight
Oh, it's a riot
Every Sunday night
(Cha-cha-cha)