Your daddy's got some extra fat

He keeps it in his tum

He fills it up with beer at night

Then tops it off with rum

Whenever he takes off his shirt

He brings you to your knees

You wanna use that belly as a punching bag

Or something soft to squeeze

He's got cellulite

She's got cellulite

We've got cellulite

Watch it bounce!

Your sister's got some body fat

She keeps it in her hips

I like to watch her feed the cat

And see that swimsuit rip

The trampoline is never used

She's afraid that it might tear

But it would be fun to see her do

A half-twist in mid-air

She's got cellulite

He's got cellulite

We've got cellulite

Watch 'em waddle!

Let's all take a walk

To the gold horizon

Where we can watch some cellulite

And they feed them well

In a heartbreak spell

As they start to eat away

And they need that cellulite

Words by Zam.