As graceful as a newborn
He waves his chubby fists
Like blades of chubby windmills
As the punch the sky to bits
And he winks his puffy eyelids
And he pouts a puffy lip
And he pinches his accordian
In chubby fingertips

Watch the fat man swing. Watch the fat man swing
Watch the fat man swing. Swing his chubby thing

Invisible and stupid
His mistress finds a niche
And tries invest vain vain to ascertain
The man behind the twitch
"Tell my god he's such a genious"
Says his transparent bride
His accordian inflates
And then explodes in liquid pride

So watch the fat man swing. Watch the fat man swing
Watch the fat man swing. Swing his chubby thing
Because the bigger they are the hardey they breathe

Like undulating jello
He glistens and he slides
And he leaves his helpless audience
Amused and horrified
"Hell you people ha ve been lovely
But now it's time go to"
And the bellows
In his yellow thing
Turn pink and start to grow

So watch the fat man swing. Watch the fat man swing
Watch the fat man swing. Swing his chubby thing