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The dining room's near empty, my stomach's not quite full

I've gobbled down a bowl of stew but the hunger's not yet gone

They begin to clear the table, my hunger force now beckons

I say "This isn't Mountjoy, come back here..."

Seconds

I'll have seconds

I'll have seconds

I'll have seconds

So they bring another bowl of stew, but it doesn't satisfy

My stomach roars in discontect, I grab a piece of sheherd's pie

But it doesn't do the trick, and a bout of anger beckons

I grab mein diener by the throat and scream

I want more seconds

I want more seconds

I want more seconds

I want more seconds

My appetite's larger than most and it takes a lot to fill it

When I say I'd eat a horse I would but only if you grill it

I like to eat, I like to breathe, I need them to survive

I'll eat meat and I'll eat veg once they're not alive

You could say that I am greedy, I'll let you call me that

If you call me a fat bastard I'll fucking squash you flat

I may not be really healthy and I eat enough for two

I'll eat and feed until I drop now bring me some more stew

A pile of plates indicates where I've had my fill

I don't get indigestion, in fact I pig out when I'm ill

I get up and leave the table now I've filled my belly

I sit down in the sitting room and see what's on the telly

Seconds

I'll have seconds

I'll have seconds

I'll have seconds