Cast:
A chorus of Fat ones : they wear
a dark solid colour sack/jumper and their faces are painted
this same colour- on the sack/jumper there is a big brightly
coloured X on the stomach or arrows pointing towards the
stomach
Mannequina (mannequin goddess): — she
should be wearing a sexy plastic outfit and a mask of either
a generic mannequin face or a female pop culture icon such
as Pamela Anderson, Julia Roberts etc.
Pal (god of beauty) : he wears
a full suit, white mask, and slicks back his hair
Leader of the chorus : Wake
up
Oh fat ones
We who have large buns
The time has come
To say
Enough is enough
Single voice : For too long we've been silenced
Two voices : We're sick
of all your violence
Four voices: One more fat joke
and your bones
We'll turn to rot
Two voices : We will take you down
For it is just
To reclaim the flab
No more starvation
Single voice : Slim fat milkshakes
My ass
All ( creeping up) :
Here we are
The fat ones
The ones
You put aside
You want us to buy and buy
Products that lie
Tell us to flatten our thigh
And we try
Never ask why
No longer will we diet
No longer will we stand it
We demand it
To stand in fleshy glory
Who told us that was gory
Why in your eyes
Do you pathologize
Based on our size
We will not buy it
Hear our cries
Oh goddess Mannequina
As a woman you must understand
The pain of sucking in
Pal : Be gone you despicable
creatures
Get out of my face
Taking up so much space
Why don't you go for a jog and stop your whining
If I could pickle your bodies I would
That's all you're good for
Excessive creatures
You disgust me
Call 1800 Jenny Craig
And leave my sight
To look at you just isn't right
Fat ones: Do you hear this oh Mannequina
More threats of banishment
More discontent
Pal : What part of leave don't you understand
No one wants to see you
No one wants to be you
Mannequina
Goddess that she is
Will see through your excuses
She knows beauty
And you ain't it
Fat ones : half: don't
mess with us Pal
Your creation of stick thin girls
Miraculously equipped with
Plush round breasts
Cause fingers shoved up throats
Vomit stained victims
Sickness
Distaste
We know this all too well
Other Half : Now we shake our
bodies
And we dance
You can't stop us
You can't deny us
We dare you to mock us
Just you try it
All that fat sin
We no longer buy it
Mannequina : What's all
the commotion
I was in the middle of a bubble bath
Spraying scents on fellow gods
Sipping on chamomile tea
An éclair on each knee
When I heard a booming noise
An explosion
Fat ones : Oh goddess Mannequina
Those booms you heard were ours
And now we won't be silenced
We will not be deleted
All hail to the fat ones
We want to hear you shout
Oh Mannequina
Please bring us justice
This god we cannot stand
A western web
Spun by him
So tight
No flab is allowed
This is our appeal
Against his no-carb diet
Our ultimatum's simple
We flat refuse to buy it
Pal : Mannequina
I don't think it's hard to see
For rational ones like us
That these cretins
Are hysterics
I have no doubt they are psychologically fucked up
But why point a finger at me
For something that is their fault
For something that can be overcome
Many have recovered
And made fat go away
To bitch and bitch at me
Plain childishness I say
Mannequina :
This is a complex issue
And I commend you on your choice of worship
For you will all be indebted to me
As I will bring you a form of peace
That will replenish all your souls
Here on this holy day
I bring you a court case
Like you've never seen
A more fair and just case there has not been
I have appointed the finest men around
To decide your fates
They will do you right
You have my holy word on that
And now with the power vested in me
I hereby do declare
That court is now in session
To see if yes indeed there is a fat oppression
First
Fat Ones
Tell me your case
Where does your hatred for the godly Pal stem
Fat ones : This Pal of yours
Closes his doors
And he ignores
Anyone over a size two
What are fat ones to do
We're people too
When nothing fits right
We stand up and fight
Lazy
Crazy
Hazy
That's how we're depicted
Our souls are evicted
Thin the ideal
Do you know how we feel?
We feel like shit
Mission accomplished
So we go to the gym
But can't be there
'Cause all he does is stare and stare
We are never free from the glare
We have to be a millionaire
Don't forget
A healthy lifestyle costs
Your Pal is cashing in
On the mission to be thin
Health treats, trainer, treadmill
All part of his "good will"
We've decided that we won't take it
This cycle of shame we will break it
And Mannequina
If you do not hear us
You should know that you should fear us
For there are a lot of us
And very few of you
Pal : That's just about
enough of you
You're even excessive in your words
Now if you don't mind
I'd like to state my case
And claim my innocence
I won't deny that I create systems and products
That reward the thin
But why is that such a sin
I'm only trying to motivate
Not reinforce hate
Let's face it
Fat is a foe
It simply must go
Obesity kills
Creates many ills
Cramps in the back for instance
High blood pressure from too much salt
You cannot say that this is my fault
I am helping to cure
The helpless and the poor
Good health
Leads to wealth
Sometimes you have to spend
If it's your life you want to mend
Fat ones : But when does that
spending stop
That's the thing
It does not
It's all part of your plot
Even the thin ones fall victim to your ways
With rib removals to get that extra edge
Three grapes over two days
That is not just
And certainly not good health
You're the one to get the wealth
While others suffer
Pal you are a prize-ass bluffer
We clench our rolls
And scream with rage
Two voices :
we work out three times a week
You dig
So don't compare us to a pig
One voice: yes I eat cake but
so do you
Just 'cause you're thin you're allowed to chew
I'm sorry but that just won't do
Four voices :
And oh yeah we have sex believe it or not
Some people even find us hot
All : Why can't we expand
our minds and our bodies
Why can't you let us breathe
Pal : You can barely breathe
because you're so out of shape
Fat ones : Why is cruelty so
in fashion
Where's your soul Pal, your compassion
Pal: My compassion left when
you began to trash me
One : Oh yeah but it's
ok to bash me
All : You really are a greedy
scum
Pal : Shut your shit hole lazy
bum
Fat ones : We'll shit
on you
And all your violence
Mannequina : Silence
I think I've heard enough
From the both you
It is time for the noblest men in the land
To make their decision
Is our Pal guilty or innocent
I urge you to think
Before casting in your vote
You are now a justice marshal
And Justice should always be impartial
Now that we've discussed
I give you all my trust
Fat ones : We warn you
Our anger is as big as our stomachs
From now on we show them both
Don't think they'll go away
Pal : And I warn you of societal
decay
Sloth
Sickness
Death
Because of what you weigh
Mannequina :
O K
Come and gather round
The crucial moment has come
The results are in
Take a breath of air
The verdict I will share
Oh my
It is tie
So it is I who gets the final vote
My vote goes to Pal
Since I was not born of fleshy state
I know not of slow metabolisms
Or dieting woes
Therefore my vote goes to Pal
Pal : Oh goddess thank you
You do me right
Justice has been re-affirmed
Fat ones : We cannot believe
what we hear
This is an outrage
Pal Mannequina
We sneer at you
No more respect
We will infect
Not resurrect your values
We live with perpetual disgraces
Why won't you see our faces
Mannequina : Now fat ones
Calm yourselves
You got a considerable amount of votes
This fact should not be dismissed
Do not upset the land
Do not hold up your fists
Fat Ones : We cannot believe
what we hear
This is an outrage
Pal Mannequina
We sneer at you
No more respect
We will infect
Not resurrect your values
We live with perpetual disgraces
Why won't you see our faces.
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