Fat Baby
I know a man, maybe you know him, too.
You never can tell; he might even be you.
He knelt at the altar, & that was the end.
He's saved, & that's all that matters to him.
His spiritual tummy, it can't take too much.
One day a week, he gets a spiritual lunch.
On sunday, he puts on his spiritual best,
And gives his language a spiritual rest.
He's just a faaa...
He's just a fat little baby!
Wa, wa, waaaaa....
He wants his bottle, & he don't mean maybe.
He sampled solid foods once or twice,
But he says doctrine leaves him cold as ice.
Ba, ba, ba, ba...ba, ba...ba, ba!
He's been baptized, sanctified, redeemed by the blood,
But his daily devotions are stuck in the mud.
He knows the books of the bible & john 3:16.
He's got the biggest king james you've ever seen!
I've always wondered if he'll grow up someday.
He's momma's boy, & he likes it that way.
If you happen to see him, tell him i said,
"he'll never grow, if he never gets fed."
He's just a fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fa-at, fat...
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fa-at, fat...
Fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, fat, faaaaat...
...baby...
