Woke up in Linz, heart full of cream,
Pastry for breakfast, life is a dream.
Calories callin', I’m givin' in,
Butter on my soul, sugar on my chin.
Church bells ring and strudel sings,
Every café's got forbidden things.
"Just one bite" — oh what a lie,
Three hours later, I can’t button my fly.

Bikinis cry, my jeans have snapped,
I’m doughy, slow, and proudly trapped.
No regrets, just jam and gin,
So let the cinnamon sins begin...

🎶 Let’s get fat! Avoid to be thin!
Open your mouth and dig it in!
Linzer Torte, kiss my skin —
Swallow the shame, let the feast begin!
🎶 Let’s get fat! Avoid to be thin!
Open your mouth and dig it in!
No turning back, no discipline —
Linz made me thick, and that’s my win!

Torte in the morning, cookies at noon,
Pastry parade got me howlin' at the moon.
The waiter smirks, says "One more slice?"
I say, "Load it up — don’t ask me twice."
I skipped the climb to the Pöstlingberg,
Wheeled up instead — what a juicy jerk.
Instagram's full of my dessert shrine,
Abs? Never had 'em. But look at this strudel line.

Schnitzel’s dead, this town’s for cakes,
Where dreams are made of butter lakes.
No abs, no shame, just dough and sin,
Now pipe that cream straight to my chin...

🎶 Let’s get fat! Avoid to be thin!
Open your mouth and dig it in!
Linzer Torte, kiss my skin —
Swallow the shame, let the feast begin!
🎶 Let’s get fat! Avoid to be thin!
Open your mouth and dig it in!
No turning back, no discipline —
Linz made me thick, and that’s my win!

Sweet defeat… in every bite.
Heavy love… through every night.
Let the frosting write my fate,
Pastry gods, don’t let me skate...

🎶 Let’s get fat! Avoid to be thin!
Open your mouth and dig it in!
Body’s a temple? Mine’s a bin!
Of jam and love and diet sin!

Let's Get Fat in Linz

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Let's Get Fat in Linz

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