I come from a land of kebabs and curries. Second helpings - no worries. Piled up carbs upon the plate. Then one day it's too late. No breakfast no luncheon. Just carpets I'll munch on. A thimble of self esteem. Glazed nothings for afters and absence of laughter. The saddest that I've ever been. You just can't be portly not this side of fourty. Showbiz's a single-chinned game. Scum paparazzi and weight police. Nasties have narrowed the hall of fame. No one likes a fat pop star. Pop is a place for the thin. No one likes a fat pop star. We want to hear thin people sing!. When I get faint I chew through my restraints. It's the best meal that I've had all week. If I could eat my own words I'd tear through the verbs. But nobody pays me to speak. No one likes a fat pop star. Pop is a place for the thin. No one wants a fat pop star. I'm sorry we can't fit you in!. Now you've upset me - I feel like a snack!. A packet of minstrels a pie and a nap. So whats wrong with that?. No breakfast no luncheon. Just carpets I'll munch on. And a thimble of self esteem. Glazed nothing for afters and absence of laughter. The thinnest that I've ever been. Thank you!