fatso fatso fatso fatso fatso fatso fatso fatso
khata rehta din bhar papi faila pada hua
sota rahta jagna na tha aise bada hua
na jane kab last baar sofe se khada hua fatso
na jane kab last baar sofe se khada hua
mota kehta mujhko papi dilse bada hua
are mota kehta mujhko mai to dilse bada hua
fatso fatso

p se pachita dekho a se aisa mera hua
t se taqdeero ka s se system khada hua
are o se o my darling pura bada hua
mota kehta mujhko papi dilse bada hua
are mota kehta mujhko mai to dilse bada hua
fatso fatso fatso fatso fatso fatso fatso fatso

Fats, fats, fats, a symphony of flesh,
A glutton's shadow, stretching through the mesh
Of endless days, a sinner's sprawl, unbound,
Sleep's heavy claim, no waking found.
When last he rose, from couch's velvet hold?
When last he stood, a story to be told?
They call me fat, this form, this fleshy plight,
But in my heart, a greater, truer light.
Fats, fats.

P for pain, a pang that shapes my form,
A for all that's happened, weathered in the storm.
T for fate, a destiny's decree,
S for the system, binding me.
Oh, for the darling, lost in youthful grace,
They call me fat, this form, this flawed embrace,
But in my heart, a boundless, soulful space.
Fats, fats, fats.