The F.A.T. Patrol’s Greatest Hits — Audio (1980)

Title (as given to the record by the creator): The Fat Patrol’s Greatest Hits
Date(s) of creation: April, 1980
Creator / author / publisher: The Fat Patrol, F.A.T. (Fat Activists Together)
Location: New Haven, CT USA
Physical description:
 mp3 audio file
Reference #: VOFL-songs-fatpatrol-1980
Largesse Fat Liberation Archive
Links: [ MP3 ] [ Lyric sheet ]

The F.A.T. Patrol’s Greatest Hits

Songs to Celebrate Fat Women 

In April, 1980, 17 fat women from around the U.S. converged in New Haven, Connecticut, for the first fat feminist activist conference. A day of workshops, networking, and mutual support was followed by an evening of fat women’s culture-sharing. This audio recording of the Fat Patrol’s Greatest Hits is from this event. Lyrics are reprinted from the Proceedings of the First Feminist Fat Activists’ Working Meeting, published by F.A.T. on August 5, 1980, from the Largesse Archives. Lyrics were written by Kate Allen, Marcia DuVall, Beryl-Elise Hoffstein and Elly Janesdaughter (Schwartz). 


“And now, terrorizing the hearts of skinnies everywhere, the Fat Patrol sings their greatest, biggest hits!” [cheers and laughter, then a small chorus of women singing the following songs.]

(There’s) No Womyn Like Fat Womyn 

(Sung to the tune of “There’s No Business Like Show Business” from Annie Get Your Gun)

There’s no womyn like fat womyn

Like no womyn I know

Everything about them is appealing 

Bellies, breasts and buttocks turn you on 

Where else can you get that happy feeling 

When you are squeezing that extra pound 

There’s no womyn like fat womyn

We’re big womyn, and strong

We’re committed to ending that diet game 

We’re standing up proudly, we’ll feel no shame 

Don’t psychologize us, we’ll take no more blame 

We’re moving right along

We’re fat and we are strong 

[cheers and laughter]

201 Pounds of Fun

 (Sung to the tune of “101 Pounds of Fun” from South Pacific)

Two hundred and one pounds of fun

That’s my great big honey bun

Get a load of honey bun tonight 

Speaking of my sweetie pie 

Forty inches is her thigh 

And every inch is packed with dynamite 

Her body’s big and cuddly

She’s so cuddly-wuddly 

 I love to squeeze both her knees and listen to her sigh

Two hundred and one pounds of fun

That’s my great big honey bun

Get a load of honey bun tonight

[cheers and laughter]

Oh, Fat Womyn

 (Sung to the tune of “Oklahoma” from the musical of the same name)

O–verweight is what they tell me that I shouldn’t be

And I shouldn’t eat a food that’s sweet

For they say that’s what is killing me 

O–vereating’s what they say I really shouldn’t do

But I feel so well they can go to hell

And take all their diet doctors, too 

We know that we eat like they do

And the lies that they tell are not true 

So when we say, on your diets we won’t stay 

We’re only saying, you’re doing fine, fat womyn 

Fat womyn, OK!

[cheers and laughter]

(I’ve Grown) Accustomed to My Size

(Sung to the tune of “I’ve Grown Accustomed to Your Face” from My Fair Lady)

I’ve grown accustomed to my size

I love my lovely, luscious thighs 

And now it’s time to celebrate 

Each gorgeous pound of weight 

My stomach, my breasts, and all the rest 

I just won’t diet any more

‘Cause Diet Workshop* is a bore 

I’m going to learn to love my body  

Just the way it’s meant to be

I’m learning how to cherish 

Every precious inch of me 

I’ve grown accustomed to my fat

I know that’s where it’s at

Accustomed to my size 

[cheers and laughter]

I’ve Had It (With Your Diet Plans)

(Sung to the tune of the 50’s song “Beep, Beep”) 

I’ve had it with your diet plans

I’m much too hip for that

I’m chucking all my diet pills 

I’m sticking with my fat


The pleasures of food

Were stolen from me

For the promise of being svelte

But now I eat just what I please

And I’m letting out my belt


[cheers and laughter]

Fat Womyn

 (Sung to the tune of “Moon River” from Breakfast at Tiffany’s)

Fat womyn

Wider than a mile 

When I see you I smile all day 

Whenever your damn diet ends 

I’ll be round the bend

My beautiful fat friends 

Fat womyn, and me 

[cheers and laughter]

No More Diets

 (Sung as a round to the tune of “Frere Jacques”)

No more diets, no more diets No more pills, no more pills 

No more saccharine, no more saccharine** 

No more ills, no more ills

[cheers and laughter]

*alternative line: ‘Cause counting calories is a bore

**alternative line: No more binge and vomit, no more binge and vomit

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