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Adam Sandler

Genres: Rock

Corduroy Blues Lyrics - Adam Sandler

When I was a boy 

There was no limit on what I could eat 

Shake after shake after shake after shake 

Followed by all kinds of red meat 

Metabolism runnin' around so fast 

My body never gained no weight 

That pissed off all my Momma's friends 

And made my big-boned sister irate 

But now I'm a man 

And all that food frolicking has caused my ego to hurt 

'Cause even when I'm in the shower alone 

I'm too embarrassed to remove my shirt 

What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay 

Made a fat mother-fucker outta me 

What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay 

Made a fat mother-fucker outta me 

And all them cookies I been munching lately 

My feets are becoming difficult to see 

I believe it was my Daddy 

Who led to this eating disease 

By calling me "The Little Candy-ass" 

When I couldn't finish a burger with cheese 

Or maybe it was my Momma 

Who got me addicted to the wrong foods 

Only when I gobbled down every chicken cutlet 

Would I get to see Momma's good moods 

They said eat this, they said eat that 

To stay skinny there was no chance 

And now when I walk I hear corduroy 

Even though I ain't wearing pants 

What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay 

Made a fat mother-fucker outta me 

(You fat fuck, you fat fuck) 

What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay 

Made a fat mother-fucker outta me 

(You fat fuck, you fat fuck) 

And all that ice cream I been eatin' lately 

My chins alone weigh 203 

The diet starts tomorrow! 

I have a grapefruit for breakfast 

For lunch a bowl of white rice 

Dinnertime it's a saltless potato 

I ain't allowed no spice 

If this diet's gonna work 

Tonight I can't eat no more 

"Just go to sleep," I say to myself 

As I close the bedroom door 

Two in the morning, I wake up to piss 

My belly's hungry and achin' 

Tiptoe to the kitchen, fuck the diet 

Bring on the chips flavored with bacon 

What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay 

Made a fat mother-fucker outta me 

What made a millionaire out of Mr. Frito-Lay 

Make a tub o' shit outta me 

And all them crumb-cakes I been eating lately 

I shoulda bought stock in Sara Lee