What a big lady you are, Mabel
You have rolls of fat everywhere
And you always seem to be laughing
What a joy to have you there

A rumble deep down inside of you
Suddenly becomes a loud roar
Even the house seems to tremble
But no-one would say you're a bore

To you everything seems so funny
Why nothing can get you down
Your husband is really quite lucky
Oh Mabel, you're some kind of gal!