Eatin Cake

Cake Cake, eye poppin chocolate iced cake

Frum eatin too much you sure get a bellyache

But us good old boys were comin to take

Chocolate cake Momma’s bakery would make

 

Drove my rodded Poncho over to her bakery

Buying all the sweet stuff we’s were able to see

Getting it all stuffed down eventually

And fully indigested was wut came to be

 

Though loving each yummy thingy when I ate’er

My belt size grew same size as the equator

I became shaped alla-same as a monster potater

And couldn’t fit in my pants for a month later

 

My Poncho was sidelined cuz I couldn’t fit

Which was the pits, cuz I loved cruisin in it

Knowin if I ate more sweets, I’d probably split

So, decided to go on a crash diet

 

Months later and back on the road

We’s cruising round and I had a full load

Caught sight of a bakery just corner of my eye

But this time Poncho just kept cruising by