At Christmas time, Angela gets so afraid
At Christmas time
When she sees the table laid
Because of her bulimia
And her parents, they don't know
She throws her arms around the bowl
After dinner time

But say a prayer, a prayer for the skinny ones
At Christmas time it's hard to hide it from your mum
'cause she weighs less than an Ipod
And she's practically 2D
Well tonight thank fuck it's her instead of me

And there won't be food in Angela this Christmas time
The only thing she'll say this year is Bleurghhhhhhhh
She's got a torso like a hose
They'll have to feed her through her nose
Do they know it's dinner time at all

Feed the girls
Do they know its dinner time?
Feed the girls
Do they know its dinner time?
Feed the girls
Do they know its dinner time?
Feed the girls . .