Fat Baby — текст песни (Amy Grant)

I know a man, maybe you know him, too.

You never can tell; he might even be you.

He knelt at the altar, and that was the end.

Hes saved, and thats all that matters to him.



His spiritual tummy, it cant 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.



Hes just a faaa...

Hes just a fat little baby!

Wa, wa, waaaaa....

He wants his bottle, and he dont 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!



Hes been baptized, sanctified, redeemed by the blood,

But his daily devotions are stuck in the mud.

He knows the books of the Bible and john 3:16.

Hes got the biggest king james youve ever seen!



Ive always wondered if hell grow up someday.

Hes mommas boy, and he likes it that way.

If you happen to see him, tell him I said,

"hell never grow, if he never gets fed."



Hes 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...