Lyric 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, and that was the end.
He s saved, and 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, and 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 and 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, and 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...
...little baby...