I Don't Want to Get Thin

Sophie Tucker

Compositor: Sophie Tucker

Almost every day I hear some kind friend say
Sophie, dear, I think you’re much too stout
Right away they suggest the diet they think best
They make me sick, I wish they’d cut it out

I don’t want to get thin, I don’t want to get thin
Why should I, when I'm alright as I am?
Those slender waisted mammas, they make me laugh
My goodness, men like to see a little porch in there

I don’t want to reduce, furthermore, what’s the use?
When the men follow me around like Mary’s lamb
The girls who talk of dieting, gee, they get on my nerves
If you want to keep your husband straight, show him a lot of curves

I don't want to get thin
You can laugh, and you can grin
But I'm doing very well the way I am!

Miss Tucker, I think you could do with a pound less or two
Look who's talking, If he'd close one eye he'd look like a needle!
Mind your own business, Ted, I'm satisfied to be the way I am

I’ve got a lot of what I’ve got, and my friends love it
Mind you, they’re no vegetarians, they like their meat and plenty of it

But I think you could spare a pound here or there
Nobody is asking you, young man, keep your mind on your music
I can't when you're around
Look where I am not
I can't see that far
Alright, I'll buy you some field glasses
I'm fat, and I know it, and I intend to stay fat

Miss Tucker, you shouldn't say fat
In the best places, they say 'one is stout'
In the best places, I'm fat
As I'm saying, folks, I'll eat anything

Anything?
Anything

You wouldn't eat ham
Well, we leave politics and religion out of this

I've noticed one thing, girls, you can store this in your dome
All of the married man who ran after me had skinny wives at home

You'll have to be much thinner to attract the young chicks
Don't worry, I'm doing all right with the Spaniards and the Greeks!

I don’t want to lose weight
The boys tell me I'm great
My sweetheart loves me just the way I am
I have no fear that he’ll go chasing around with other mammas
He may find one who will fill my shoes but not my pajamas

I don’t care what I weigh, I eat pie every day
I hate pineapples, and I don’t care for lamb
I'll tell you very frankly, I weigh one sixty-three
But many as a Sonny Boy has tried to climb upon my knee

And I don't want to get thin
You can laugh, and you can grin
But I'm doing very well the way I am!