(Parody of “Sugar, We’re Goin Down” by Fall Out Boy)

We’ll need more than a few M&Ms
To mix into our ice cream,
Add in some three musketeers
And slather it up in whipped cream

Pasta is best covered in Hershey’s syrup
Spread butterscotch on some French toast
And garnish it with Tag-a-longs

Pump sweet tarts, in our veins
We’re never keeping slim, while we’re eating all these sweet things

We’re gonna drown, drown in some caramel now
And, Sugar, we’ll get diabetes
We might drink corn syrup if you brew it
A milkshake with fruit snacks, drink it and chew it

They’re gonna frown, frown at our calorie count
And, Sugar, we’ll get diabetes
If we drink honey straight out of glasses
And chug it with Pixy Stix and molasses

Is Cake Boss on the Food Network yet?
No? Then you’ll find us watching YouTube baking contests
Look they made meatloaf out of jelly beans
Yeah, we’re impressed, but, now we’re just dying to eat them

With just a splotch of that marshmallow
stuff from inside of Ding Dongs

Dessert carts, call our names
We’re always sneaking in one more piece in on Halloween

We’re going ‘round, ‘round waddling all through town
’cause, Sugar, they’re handing out Reese’s
Let’s grab another one from the bucket
A piece of licorice, not worth it, chuck it

We’re gaining pounds, pound cake sounds good about now
And, Sugar, we’re gonna add sprinkles
Let’s pour some Mountain Dew on top of it
If you’ve never tried that, you’re gonna love it

Down, down to the bakery now
And, Sugar, we’re gonna buy sweet things
I might have thunder thighs and my butt shakes
But you shouldn’t stare, just bring me some cupcakes

We can be found down where the cookies abound
(Fudge from Keebler elves)
And, Sugar, we’ll get diabetes
(Baked banana bread)
’cause we stuffed gummy bears into strudels
(Must loosen our belts)
To sandwich in between two snickerdoodles

We’re gaining pounds, pounds (pounds, pounds)
Pounds, pounds (pound, pounds)
We’re getting round, now (round, now)

Our total blood glucose rates are tremendous

Oh look we found brownies we took from Girl Scouts
(Thin Mints, I’ll have twelve)
And, Sugar, we’ll get diabetes
(Cause we’re overfed)
’cause we’ve got sticky buns in our pockets
(Can’t control ourselves)

We’re bloated, but there’s always room for chocolate