Post 23B of 30 :: The Diet

Oh, I diet all day and I diet all night
It's enough to drive me bats
Got no gravy or potatoes
'Cause the whole refrigerator's
Full of polyunsaturated fats

Fair thee well, Metrecal
And the others of that ilk
Like the diet start tomorrow
'Cause today I'll drown my sorrow
In a double malted milk