At Christmas time, Angela gets so afraid
At Christmas time, when she sees the tables laid
Because of her bulimia
And her parents, they don't know
She throws her arms around the bowl
After dinner time
But say a prayer, a prayer for the skinny ones
At Christmas time it's hard to hide it from your mum
'cause she weighs less than an Ipod
And she's practically 2D
Well tonight thank f** it's her instead of me
And there won't be food in Angela this Christmas time
The only thing she'll say this year is Bleurghhhhhhhh
She's got a torso like a hose
They'll have to feed her through her nose
Do they know it's dinner time at all
Feed the girls
Do they know its dinner time
Feed the girls
Do they know its dinner time
Feed the girls
Do they know its dinner time