Shimmy She Wobble .......... Otha Turner

Fat Bottomed Girls .......... Hayseed Dixie

Eating Theme .......... Morgan

Chicken Rhythm .......... Slim Gaillard

Buffalo Gals .......... Eric Weissberg

Rock N Roll McDonald .......... Wesley Willis

Rubber Biscuit .......... The Chips

Potato Chips .......... Slim Gaillard

Health Blues? .......... Michael Parrish

Blue Danube Waltz .......... Johann Strauss

Fat .......... Violent Femmes

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy .......... 1910 Fruitgum Company

It Must Stink To Be Pink .......... Folkfoot

Station Blues .......... Otha Turner

Super Size Me .......... Toothpick

1. Kids Camp Song (dialog from movie)
2. Otha Turner - Shimmy She Wobble
3. What Would Happen ? (dialog from movie)
4. Hayseed Dixie - Fat Bottomed Girls
5. Steve Horowitz - Morgan's Happy Eating Theme
6. My First McNuggets (dialog from movie)
7. Slim Gaillard - Chicken Rhythm
8. Eric Weissberg - Buffalo Gals
9. A Secret Study (dialog from movie)
10. Wesley Willis - Rock N Roll McDonald's
11. Ham (dialog from movie)
12. The Chips - Rubber Biscuit
13. Slim Gaillard - Potato Chips
14. I Have To Be On Top (dialog from movie)
15. Michael Parrish - Health Blues
16. Fifty Two Liters (dialog from movie)
17. Johann Strauss - Blue Danube Waltz
18. Aspirin (dialog from movie)
19. Violent Femmes - Fat
20. 1910 Fruitgum Company - Yummy, Yummy, Yummy
21. Oh Boy...The Damage That Can't Be Undone (dialog from movie)
22. Folkfoot - It Must Stink To Be Pink
23. Otha Turner - Station Blues
24. McStomach Ache (dialog from movie)
25. Toothpick - Super Size Me

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McDonalds is the place to rock
It is a restaurant where they buy food to eat
It is a good place to listen to the music
People flock here to get down to the rock music

(chorus)
Rock and roll McDonalds,
Rock and roll McDonalds,
Rock and roll McDonalds,
Rock and roll McDonalds

McDonalds will make you fat
They serve Big Macs
They serve Quarter Pounders
They will put pounds on you

(chorus)

McDonalds hamburgers are the worst
They are worse than Burger King
A Big Mac has 26 grams of fat
A Quarter Pounder has 28 grams of fat

(chorus)

Rock over London
Rock on Chicago
Wheaties the breakfast of champions

written by Nathaniel Epps, Charles Johnson, Shedrick Lincoln, Samuel Strain Jr., Paul Fulton

Cow cow hoo-oo
cow cow wanna dib-a-doo
chick'n hon-a-chick-a-chick hole-a-hubba
hell fried chuck-a-lucka wanna jubba
hi-low 'n-ay wanna dubba hubba
day down sum wanna jigga-wah
dell rown ay wanna lubba hubba
mull an a mound chicka lubba hubba
fay down ah wanna dip-a-zip-a-dip-a

mm-mh, do that again !
doo doo doo boooh

cow cow lubba 'n a-blubba lubba
ow rown hibb'n 'n a-hibba-lu
how low lubbin 'n a-blubba-lubba
hell ride ricky ticky hubba lubba
dull ow de moun' chicky hubba lubba
wen down trucka lucka wanna do-uh
how low a zippin 'n a-hubba-lu
hell ride ricky ticky blubba-lu
how low duh woody pecker pecker

mm-mh, did you ever hear
of a wish sandwich
well that's the kind of a sandwich
that is supposed to take
two pieces of bread
and wish you had some meat
doo doo boooh

cow cow lubba 'n a-blubba lubba
hell ride hibbin' and zippin 'n
how luva mail take a-lubba hubba
hey ride wanna tak' a-recca recca
ho' low take a-lubba hubba
hey ride wanna 'n suppa suppa
ho' low a mail take a-lubba hubba
hey ride a hippin' and a-hubbin' no
hi-low 'n sum a-chicka whaa

the other day
I ate a ricochet biscuit
well that's the kind of biscuit that's supposed to
bounce off the wall
back in your mouth
if it don't bounce back

- shh-mmhh-mmhh

you go hungry
doo doo bouuh

cow cow lubba 'n a-blubba lubba
hell low a sum did a-lubba goin'
hey ride wan' take a-lubba do
how long lon' suppa dubba
how low a mail take a-lubba hubba
hey ride wanna take a-lubba hubba
how low a mail take a-lubba hubba
hey down nothin' take a-luva do
hey ride a sippin' and a hubba dubba

mmmmmh, the other day
I ate a cool water sandwich
and a sunday-go-to-meeting bun
doo doo bouuh

cow cow lubba 'n a-blubba lubba
hell ride ricky ticky hubba lubba
how low a wann' suppa do
hey ride sippin' and hubba lubba
hell ride a-hubbin' and wan' do
hey ride a wanna an' recca recca
ho' low a mail take lubba hubba
hey down a wann' suppa dubba
please ride a hubbin' gonn' do

what you owe for nothin'
rubber biscuit

doo doo doo boooh
cooow cooow oo-oooooouuuh

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I hope you got fat
I hope you got really fat
cause if you got really realy fat
you just might want to see me come back
I hope you got fat

I don't care I don't care
ah how heavy how skinny
I don't care I don't care
ah how heavy how skinny
just gimme gimme some some ah
some some something to love

A little extra weight could
never look no nicer on nobody else but you
and I could use a little bit more to hold on to
and if I get a fright in the middle of the night
I'll cling to you

I hope you got fat
I hope you got truly fat
cause if you got really
FAT FAT FAT
you just might want to see me come back
I hope you got fat

(Arthur Resnick - Joey Levine)

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I got love in my tummy
And I feel like a-lovin you
Love, you're such a sweet thing
Good enough to eat thing
And it's just a-what I'm gonna do

Ooh love to hold ya
Ooh love to kiss ya
Ooh love I love it so
Ooh love you're sweeter
Sweeter than sugar
Ooh love
I wont let you go

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I got love in my tummy
And as silly as it may seem
The lovin' that you re giving
Is what keeps me livin'
And your love is like peaches and cream

Kind-a like sugar
Kind-a like spices
Kind-a like, like what you do
Kind-a sounds funny
But your love honey
And honey, I love you

Ba, da, ba, da, da , da, da
Ba, da, da, da, da, da . . .

Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I got love in my tummy
That your love can satisfy
Love, you're such a sweet thing
Good enough to eat thing
And sweet thing, that ain't no lie

I love to hold ya
I love to kiss ya
Ooh love, I love it so
Ooh love, you're sweeter
Sweeter than sugar
Ooh love, I wont let you go

Ba, da, ba, da, da , da, da
Ba, da, da, da, da, da . . .

Sweet thing, yummy yummy
Sweet thing
Sweet thing, yummy yummy
Sweet thing

(Words and Music by Michael Parrish)

It Must Stink
To be Pink
And not be red, white and blue
Don't go to Europe
Spend your money on maple syrup
And drink good American brew

They don't have Wendy's
They don't have McDonald's
They don't have Burger King
We've got Bob's Big Boys
We've got lots of turquoise
More than we need of everything

It must stink
To be pink
And not be red white and blue
Don't go to China
Nothing could be finer
Than right here in Kalamazoo
Michigan, that is, home of the Gibson mandola

We move to Dallas
We move to Frisco
We move to New Haven town
They're born in Beijing
They live in Moscow
All of their fun is underground

It must stink
To be pink
And not be red, white and blue
Don't throw a tantrum
Just move it on up to Antrim, New Hampshire
And go to Wayno's Barbeque
Biggest gazebo in 50 square miles

Copyright 2004 Michael Parrish
Published by Psychedelic Cowboy Music (ASCAP)
Administered by Bug

[Thanks to mparrish3@nyc.rr.com for lyrics]

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Right now you have the urge to eat something
When it's through, if you're still want to eat
Then you're probably really hungry
Think about what I'm saying

F-A-T, that is me
But I didn't used to be
I was hot, I was humpy
I was loose, I was free
Then I waited in the line for some burgers and some fries
Supersize, that'd be nice
Take a bite and close your eyes
Round 2, what do I do
I can barely walk around
Jenny Craig, Richard Simmons
But I still love the pound
Hamburgers, Coca Cola, getting gas from too much soda
Double, double, chunky chunky
Hope this meal is never over
The world is round, and so am I
Big boys, big girls, the real big size

Super size, super size, the American way
Going down, going down
All day, every day
Super size, super size, the American way
Getting fat, getting broke
Either way you're gonna pay
Super size me
Super size me
Super size me
Super size me

Now I can't get out of bed
So I have to order in
I'm a triple fat fat
and I have a triple chin
Who's to blame
Call the lawyer
Try to settle out of court
Get some cash
Defend it fast
Cause I'm staring at my fork
Cause it's sad and it's lonely
Ham and cheese, with balooney
Large pies stuff crusted, doggie bags, for a phoney
I have lost the motivation
To inhibit the sensation
I don't love the frustration
Birthday cake, I stick to my vision
Turkey club with double bacon
This got healthy connotation
Fast food is overtaking
And it's supersized the nation

Super size, super size, the American way
Going down, going down
All day, every day
Super size, super size, the American way
Getting fat, getting broke
Either way you're gonna pay
Super size me
Super size me
Super size me
Super size me

If I keep up with this progress
I'll have 25 pounds
25 pounds
That's a lot of weight

Kentucky Fried just right
Chicken nugget, tippets wide
Figgy fry, sent you a lot of billy cheese
Dry-food diet, packed on weight
Hard yack, hard tack
Back on track, you're so fast
Slim fat, slim slow
Touch toes, finger licking, hit the border
Pull right up and place your order
It's your weight right away
You deserve a break today

Super size, super size, the American way
Going down, going down
All day, every day
Super size, super size, the American way
Getting fat, getting broke
Either way you're gonna pay
Super size me
Super size me
Put some thing in your mouth
Super size me
Can I get extra cheese with that?
Super size me
What do mean fifty cents for extra cheese
Super size me
I come here all the time
Hook a brother up
Super size me
Awe of a fan
Super size me
All you can eat all day
Super size me
Is that the biggest size you got?
Super size me
I said I want a super size
Super size me
Can I get like a pocket with a handle
Super size me
Two four dollar, I'll take it
Super size me
All I need is three more forks
Super size me
And another set of hands
Super size me
That's a pretty good idea
Wait, the sign
The sign said three rebills