Little Fat Man

A
Pathetic little fat man,
F
no ones bloody laughing
G
the clown that no one laughs at
E
they all just wish he'd die


A
He sold his soul,
F
for a shot at fame,
Continues after the ad
G
catchphrases and wigs

and the jokes are all lame,


A
He's got no style,
F
he's got no grace,
G
he's banal and facile,
E
he's a fat waste of space


Outro/Chorus:

A                F
See his pug nose face
G
pug, pug
E
pug, pug