Said I don't like hippies
And I don't like cornbread
And I don't like much
But that's okay
Fat babies have no pride
And that's okay
Who needs pride
I like you
Cause you like me
And you don't like much
And that's okay
Cause fat babies have no pride
Fat babies have no pride
And that's okay
Who needs pride
— Lyle Lovett, “Fat Babies”
(I played this at our wedding.)
nostr:npub1xpcqmx422lf6cm6nzup53vfsfvyz7pjfarwdklj3apxaggjtdqmqg03t05 Wow, glad I went classy at my wedding:
She don't like her eggs all runny
She thinks crossin' her legs is funny
She looks down her nose at money
She gets it on like the Easter Bunny
She's my baby, I'm her honey
I'm never gonna let her go
He ain't got laid in a month of Sundays
I caught him once and he was sniffin' my undies
He ain't too sharp but he gets things done
Drinks his beer like it's oxygen
—John Prine, "In Spite of Ourselves”
