I can't laugh too hard, I'm on a diet

I'm trying to lose myself

You ought to try it

Just starve for six days straight

Oh, it's a riot

Ev-e-ry Sun-day night

I binge, and I barf, 'cause I carry the

Scars of an eight-year-old

Whose mother applied the same rules

To her kid's body

As her own

I think you'll leave me soon

Though I've no proof of it

But I'll make it easier for you

By being a little bitch

And this is just a theory

But I think the reason

Why I'm scared you'll croak is:

The only male influence I've had

After daddy up and left

Were my mother's weekend lovers

And their alcoholic breaths

I'll tell you what caused it

If you'll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)

Yes, I'll tell you what caused it

If you'll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)

I'll tell you what caused it

If you'll handle the effects (the effects, the effects)

Yes, I'll tell you what caused it

If you'll handle the effects (whoa!)

I can't laugh too hard, I'm on a diet

I'm trying to lose myself

You ought to try it

Just starve for six days straight

Oh, it's a riot

Ev-e-ry Sun-day night