A quiet tiny fat man
Ó 1987  Anthony Congiano

A quiet tiny fat man

Cheated on his wife

His Mrs. she did find out

And now she wanted his life

A quiet tiny fat man

Wobbled and tried to hide

Behind a silver lamp post

Away from his pursuing bride

But a quiet tiny fat man

Doesn't hide so good

And his mean Mrs. found him

I guess she knew she would

She raised up a shot gun

Then split him right in half

Blubber here, blubber there

From that she got a laugh

Quiet tiny fat men

They just don't hide so well

Their wives always know... just where they are

The Mrs. can always tell