I don't need these cigarettes All these pills and ill effects He threw his suitcase into the crater I don't need these supplements All these weapons of self-defense He threw his switchblade into the crater I don't need this questionnaire Credit ratings and Tupperware He threw his phone into the crater Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ ♪ I could never rejoice For a gold Rolls-Royce He threw his car keys into the crater Why should I have some When so many have none? He threw his wealth into the crater Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ ♪ Well, we stared at the pit stop crater for ten or 15 minutes Then loaded back into the station wagon A small boat on an endless Black Sea Gliding Westward across the American desert Onward to the midsummer derby To the radios on the beach To the roller coaster's controlled fear I don't need these eyes or ears I'm aligned to the heavenly spheres He threw his senses into the crater I don't need to speak of hate Good or evil, church and state He threw his voice into - Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ Oh, he's the Holy Weight Champ So long Holy Weight Champ