Big-Boned Defender

Oliver Hill Wood

Yeah, he's walking through the neighborhood (mhm)

Oliver stands at six-foot-three

A sturdy frame of majesty

But when he looks at you and me

He laughs and points so mockingly

He says, "My frame is just big boned!"

While chewing on a waffle cone

Oh, Oliver Hill Wood

Calling out the neighborhood!

He says we need to lose some weight

While stacking up another plate Yeah,

Oliver Hill Wood

Thinks his own excuse is good (hahaha)

He squeezes through the parlor door

And steps onto the creaking floor

He points a finger at the crowd

And speaks his judgment very loud "You guys should really try a

jog!"

Then drinks a pint of heavy eggnog

(oh boy)

It's a heavy-duty double standard

Every question gets bypassed and answered "It is skeletal density!"

He claims with immense intensity (sure,

Oliver, sure)

Oh, Oliver Hill Wood

Calling out the neighborhood!

He says we need to lose some weight While stacking up another

plate Yeah, Oliver Hill Wood

Thinks his own excuse is good (hahaha)

Just big boned, he says

(yeah right)

Oliver Hill Wood (ahhhh)