Talking Tom sings - Hey, fat!

Опубликовано: 12 Декабрь 2024
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Talking Tom sings - Hey, fat!
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Umaturman - "Hey, fat!"

Hey Fat!
Hey Fat!
Hey Fat!

I spend days on my side.
I eat a minute in a ham,
Fifteen loaves, fifty cakes
And a hundred fried thick rooks,
Herring under a fur coat, potatoes with a tops.
The greasy town, today I am yours.
I go up to my friends - the stairs crack.
I'm all very happy and everyone screams to me:

Hey Fat!
Hey Fat!
Hey Fat!

In a dream, I eat and I eat on the go.
I ate at school and in kindergarten.
And I do not part with a cake and a cupcake
Even when I have sex.
I eat in the tram, I eat and on the bus,
And I do not care if my face is in sauce,
As a piece of pie stuck to his neck,
The leg of a lamb sticks out of his pocket.
In the dining room in the kitchen I was conceived.
I'm all very happy and everyone screams to me:

Hey Fat!
Hey Fat!
Hey Fat!

There are I love more than anything in the world.
I would put an elephant on a spit.
I here recently even thought
On the toilet with a turbo.
I wish I had such a toilet,
I would eat more several times.
I'm not afraid of rain or hail.
Wherever I come, everywhere I'm happy.

Hey Fat!
Hey Fat!
Hey Fat!

At the time convenient and uncomfortable
I eat both edible and inedible.
I ate a sow and a svinopack
And even his fur hat.
His leather cloak and his shoes,
Grannies of my gramophone records.
And now in the stomach something sounds like this:
/ "Heart, you do not want peace /"
Lai la la la

Hey Fat!
Hey Fat!
Hey Fat!

Hey Fat!
Hey Fat!
Hey Fat!