and all through the house
nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.
The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste...
all the holiday parties had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber)
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
the gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared.
When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber)
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;
the gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared.
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese.
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt,
and prepared once again to do battle with dirt---
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt,
and prepared once again to do battle with dirt---
I said to myself, as only I can--
"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"
So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,
get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"
So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,
get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished,
'til all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie--not even a lick,
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
'til all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie--not even a lick,
I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---
but isn't that what January is for?
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---
but isn't that what January is for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot,
HAPPY NEW YEAR to all and to all a good diet!!
HAPPY NEW YEAR to all and to all a good diet!!
