Well I once knew a man, named Fat Arnie B., he rolled into 

town and took a 

bite out of me, he pulled up to the window, ordered burgers 

galore, but when 

I asked him for the money, he put the pedal to the floor, 



Honk if you got a big fat ass was his motto and his creed, 

but his fat sweaty 

ass was much much more than any one man could need, now 

there's nothing more 

amusing than a big fat man in an economy sized car, with the 

wheel in the 

middle and the wipers on the inside, you know he won't get 

too far 

(chorus) 

Fat Arnie B. Fat Arnie B. all the burgers in the world for 

free 

Fat Arnie B. Fat Arnie B. processed meat fills him with glee 



Now let me tell you a little story about some friends of mine 

that once upon 

a time went to the fine establishment known as White Castle 

to get some of 

their delectable burgers. When they got outside they happened 

upon a very 

fat man stuffed into a very small car. He beckoned them 

closer, looked them 

in the eye and said "you too look like a couple of swingin 

players, but you 

and fat enough to get all the bitches like me, but if you 

work real hard, in 

10 years, you'll be wearing the jimmy" astounded by this 

indispensable 

advice they inquired as to the fat man's name so is to 

acquire more of his 

nuggets of wisdom in the future. He gave a little chuckle and 

said "My name 

is…"