when i was born they came to free us to heal our battle wounds with photographs of big fat mama the chocolate kings arrived to feed us full of good intentions and fatten us with pride stars and canybars! shirly temple dipped her dimples in favorite nurcery rhymes big mamas love was pure and simple and gentle dollar signs sang out lullabies so sorry her superman is losing fans and i am so sorry so sorry they've packed her bags they've stacked her flags and we are so sorry her supermarket kingdom is falling her war machines on sale no one left to worship the heroes her tv gods have failed hope she takes a look in the mirror while she is on her way home ... her supermarket kingdom is falling her war machines on sale no one left to worship the heroes her tv gods have failed so sorry her superman is losing fans and i am so sorry so sorry they've packed her bags they've stacked her flags and we are so sorry new you and i know big fat mama she took us for a ride but musclemen are out of business the chocolate kings are dying you don't wanna waste your life for chocolate heaven you like to stay alive like to stay alive