Fat

I know a man, maybe you know him, too You never can tell; he might even be you He knelt at the altar, and that was the end He's saved, and that's all that matters to him His spiritual tummy, it can't take too much One day a week, he gets a spiritual lunch On Sunday, he puts on his spiritual best And gives his language a spiritual rest He's just a faaa... He's just a fat little baby! Wa, wa, waaaaa... He wants his bottle, and he don't mean maybe He sampled solid foods once or twice But he says doctrine leaves him cold as ice Ba, ba, ba, ba...ba, ba...ba, ba! He's been baptized, sanctified, redeemed by the blood But his daily devotions are stuck in the mud He knows the books of the Bible and John 3:16 He's got the biggest King James you've ever seen! I've always wondered if he'll grow up someday He's momma's boy, and he likes it that way If you happen to see him, tell him I said, "He'll never grow, if he never gets fed" He's just a fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fa-at, fat... Fat, Fat, Fat, Fat, Fat, Fa-at, Fat... Fat, Fat, Fat, Fat, Fat, Fat, Fatttt... Baby...