Fat - Grace Slick, David Freiberg, Paul Kantner

So we all went through the wall

No one uses doors anymore

We all want to be that small

We can’t fit if we’re fat and that’s all

Some days you do

Anything anything looks good to do

Some days hardly smiling boy

Well your tongue’s so thin it makes no noise

I just don’t hear a sound

Don’t start pulling it apart

If you can’t put it back together again

Don’t you roll over in your bed too fast

Land on the floor in nothing but your cold bare skin

Some days you do

Anything anything looks good to do

Some days hardly smiling boy

Well your tongue’s so thin it makes no noise

I just don’t hear a sound