The cool table
I sit there and I want you to know, I love this song:
Every lunch hour, the hungry elite
Sit at their favorite spot and eat
And as they wolf down burgers and fries
I look with disgust at my tuna surprise
And wonder if I'll ever be able
To sit at the cool table
I bet the macaroni's more cheesy
The burgers are less greasy
There's more wonder in the bread
The meat is never gritty
And the goulash never fatal
When you're sitting
Nice and pretty
At the cool table.
In no way am I hungry elite, oh and in less you're in the lunch that comes after third the food stinks.
Every lunch hour, the hungry elite
Sit at their favorite spot and eat
And as they wolf down burgers and fries
I look with disgust at my tuna surprise
And wonder if I'll ever be able
To sit at the cool table
I bet the macaroni's more cheesy
The burgers are less greasy
There's more wonder in the bread
The meat is never gritty
And the goulash never fatal
When you're sitting
Nice and pretty
At the cool table.
In no way am I hungry elite, oh and in less you're in the lunch that comes after third the food stinks.