Jakes Frilly Panties

Oh, Fat Man struggle
A-wiggle, waggle, wobble
When he rolls like Jell-O
And he’s fine and mellow, ladies!
Well roll a little faster
You fat bastard
Well, Jake’s Frilly Panties, they make me scream:
«Oh God Jake, you’re a love machine!»
When the big man struts his stuff
All the meat shakes on his bones
Well, a-every time he quivers
Some skinny person loses a home!
Well, Big Man shakin'
Ya got the dance floor quakin'
Well, Jake’s Frilly Panties, they make me scream:
«Oh God Jake, you’re a love machine!»
(Fat Man…)
Roly-poly!
(Fat Man…)
Holy Moley!
(Fat Man…)
You got too much custard…
(Fat Man…)
C’mon, pass the mustard!
(Fat Man…)
Shake it!
(Fat Man…)
Shake it!
(Fat Man…)
All right!
When the Fat Man cuts the rug
All the party gonna jump and shout
But the dance can’t last forever
Everybody let it all hang out!
Come on, Big Fat Ladies
Oh, let’s raise Hades
Well, Jake’s Frilly Panties, they make me scream
Jake’s Frilly Panties, they make me scream
Jake’s Frilly Panties, they make me scream
«Oh God, Jake…
You’re a love machine!»