Man gut man boob

Busting out of my belt
All of a sudden I felt
A man gut
My flesh stuck in a rut
And flabby fold
Too much beer or so I’m told
The thirty something roll of flesh
Is a litmus test of getting old
So if you wanna shift it
Start to lift it up
Take a cut in heineken
Swap the 4 for a six pack
Work the muscle group
Don’t be laxy or stoop as low
As lipo
You lazy so and so
Now go
Unravel the loops of your inside
You comfort eating guzzler man
I love that lager can
And I can I can
Can't dance it off
I just can't climb from the comfort food trough
And manic mouths love to scoff
The rolls of fat shake 'em off
Call the gut police
The girls will tease
But please
They love a bit of it
Something to hold on to
Man gut, man boobs too now
It ain't amusing
Just cuz i'm losing the war
in the wasteland spread.
On big boy breakfast im regularly fed
She's a lovin wife but cold stone dead
Ill be
All the grease they’re feeding me
My man gut is breeding inside me
3 rolls of it now
where the hell did that come from
all the good things are gone
and it still rolls on
I cant seem to shake this love handle disease
The subtle tease from wife’s lips
Those quaint little cutie quips

It's ok for you
your supposed to have tits!