Get Back on Drugs You Fat Fuck

When I go back to Longwich Park, Does anybody wish me good luck? All they say is “‘ey, Dr. Clarke, Get back on drugs, you fat fuck. Get back on drugs, you fat bastard. Get back on drugs, you fat fuck. We only like you when you’re plastered. Get back on drugs, you fat fuck.” They say I’m piling on the pounds But that ain’t the only reason I suck. Put the doughnut down and Get back on drugs, you fat fuck. Get back on drugs, you fat degenerate. Get back on ‘em, you schmuck. You’re the size of a minor emirate. You were good once but I don’t remember it Get back on drugs you fat- Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat! Get back on drugs, you fat prick.