Fat White Man

Fat white man in a fat white car Soft rage from old age Full wallet, thin hair, mostly bald Smokin' his way out of town, stoppin' at the garage I was working the day shift Where he bumps into Lisa She was looking good in a tight black dress Standing by the crisps and the sandwiches He walked over, he was looking fat, mostly bald Seriously, buy the most expensive car you want You're going bald Gently Bentley, you're a heavy load Gently Bentley Fat white man on the road Eyes on the prize, he asks, "Where you headed, to a party?" I just put diesel in my unleaded Oh, no That could really wreck your car What are you gonna do? She looked at him, he looked at her, I looked at you You're a damsel in that dress, Lisa And neither of us are getting any younger I'm an executive, and your games hunger Gently Bentley, you're a heavy load Gently Bentley Fat white man on the road The next week, I was working the night shift Fat white man, in a fat white car, with a fat white wallet Red face thin hair, mostly bald Slid through the automated doors, and out from the fridge Lisa appeared, this time by the wines and beers Well, fancy seeing you here, my batteries died I thought it was best that I come looking for some help inside He bought a toffee crisp, and a bottle of sprite The passenger seats' yours Gently Bentley, you're a heavy load Gently Bentley Fat white man on the road, oh, yeah Oh, yeah There he goes, look at him go Fat white man on the road, oh, yeah Honestly, I can't count those Skittles again They're exactly the same as I fucking left 'em Fat white man on the road, yeah Yeah, somebody's got to taste the rainbow, but it's not me Fat white man on the road What time am I on till? Really? Argh, fuck, I, yeah