You're there sitting pretty, think you are a young girl What a pity you are slightly plump and fifty three next Sunday Sexy gowns of satin tight around your waist you look so fat in Nose up in the air you think they stare, they're laughing Fat madame don't you see, you're just past the age of twenty-three You can't swing like you used to but when you waddle ooh Chocolates you eat them, raspberry jam and treacle you delete them You are gaining weight, your corsets break around you Fat madame don't you see, you're just past the age of twenty-three You can't swing like you used to but when you waddle ooh Sexy gowns of satin tight around your waist you look so fat in Nose up in the air you think they stare, they're laughing