Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I’m Sorry, Rolling Stones
I’m at the grocery store; my brain says, “Put it back.”
No bags of corn chips, yes, I want to put them back.
I walk down the aisles dressed in my slimmer clothes.
I smile contently cuz I know how this thing goes.
I see a line of carts, and they’re all filled with crap.
I can’t say what I want ‘cause it would cause a flap.
I see people all around turn their heads and look my way.
I need to shop like this until my dying day.
I look inside myself and say to myself, “Jack,
If corn syrup’s in there, man, you need to put it back.”
Maybe then I’ll fade away cuz it’s time to face the facts.
It’s not easy facin’ up when your whole world is fat.
No more will my old bod go to a greater weight.
I could not foresee this thing happening today.
If I look hard enough at that spinning scale,
I start to see the fit guy that lives inside this shell.
I grab some Cheese Whiz, but then I put it back.
I put it up alongside the other crap on that rack.
I see my old life come to a satisfactory close .
I’m living better, hey, you know how this sh*t goes.
Hmm, hmm, hmm,...
I wanna keep it, keep it, keep it all on track.
Fit is right, fit is good
I wanna see this fat blotted out from my gut
I swear I’ll never, never, never, never give it back