The Story Of My Life

The story of my life, well lets just say its a fork and a knife
There is one thing on my mind, one thing all the time, I got to fill my mouth
Got no favorite meal, I say every meal is clean if it fills me up for real my
Bellys big and its just a start, my appetite is my heart
And when I had enough I just throw up and laugh (awhile)?

This time, its not a cow, its kind of personal, cant explain to you why
This time, its not a cow, so mr. p.c. are you ready to bow

Breakfast in bed, the beds in the kitchen so its easy to be fed
And when Im fed, yes, when Im fed, I go right back to bed
Food and sleepwalk, the thing should keep me from having too much
Real my bellys big and its just a start, my appetite is my heart
Sometimes it feels that I could kill for desert

The story of my life, a big fork and the sharpest knife
I guess this solid bridge leads me on to the nearest fridge
And when I had enough I just throw up and laugh (awhile)?
Not a pig, sheep, chicken, moose, duck, snake, horse or a frog