Fatty Gets a Stylist Songtext
von Kate Miller‐Heidke & Keir Nuttall

I′m gonna get eyes tattooed to my eyelids
I'm gonna get teeth tattooed to my lips
A medal on my chest a mouth behind my neck
I′ll get extra legs tattooed to my hips

When fatty get a stylist the world'll gather round
Shower him with gratitude and free love
When fatty gets a stylist you'll never keep him down
So eat up, eat up eat up

I′m gonna get hold a velvet windcheater
I′m gonna get hold a uranium tie
A chastity belt made out of felt
Horns on my forehead and scars on my thighs

When fatty get a stylist the world'll gather round
Shower him with gratitude and free love
When fatty gets a stylist you′ll never keep him down
So eat up, eat up eat up

Fatty! Fatty! Fatty! Fatty gets a stylist!


I'm gonna add moles instead remove ′em
I'm gonna cut off the lobe of each ear
Put hooves under my feet so i can keep the beat
A woofer and a tweeter in my jaw so I can hear

When fatty gets a stylist! Fatty gets a stylist!

When fatty gets a stylist
The circus comes to town
Beggin′ him for autographs and prenups
When fatty gets a stylist the calories abound
So eat up eat up eat up

Eat up! eat up! eat up!

THE FLASHER

Sun's gold get it- roll
High noon city folds

In love, in war
He saw, he came, he conquered

Dog's day caught you on a down day
Early on a sunday
Off the leash and breathing underwater
Dog′s day perving on a parkway
Smiling on a friday
Chasing cars all weekend, he′s rewarded
The flasher!


Night walk. Heavy goal
Side walk, hit it, hold

In love, in war
He saw, he came, he conquered

Dog's day caught you on a down day
Early on a sunday
Off the leash and breathing underwater
Dog′s day perving on a parkway
Smiling on a friday
Chasing cars all weekend, he's rewarded
The flasher!

The dirty old man

Uh-oh, the flasher
I likes what I see
Oi, come here