free lunch blues
Well the sign says, “Free eats.” I can’t believe my eyes.
It’s not every meal you can eat without wearing a disguise.
Go on, take a seat, sit anywhere.
Just don’t talk about defeat and whatever you do, don’t stare.
Go on, take all you want but whatever you take you got to eat.
And watch out for the swinging hammer, it’s used to tenderize meat.
Our host asks if it matters that our just desserts are not sweet
As storm clouds sweep in close, close enough to touch.
And I can’t stop my mind from reeling from a deep down, haunting hunch
That I’m a' kneeling to eat that free lunch.
When it’s feeding time at the zoo, I always go over there.
You never know who will be at the receiving end of a stare.
The animals get free eats like manna from heaven.
Reminds me when I got a free sleep in a hotel named, “San Quentin.”
Sometimes I steal a banana, it’s a free yellow treat.
The animals stop what they are doing just to watch me eat.
They call me their star attraction, seems a little too much.
And I can’t stop my mind from reeling from a deep down, haunting hunch
That I’m a' kneeling to eat that free lunch.
It’s chow time in the boardroom, it’s a working lunch.
Served by a woman on a broom, the food doesn’t have a human touch.
The close-up shows their hunger, you know, they get free eats.
The big picture shows their blunder as a finger hits their button called delete.
You can get indigestion from a free meal, you know you eat too much.
Then you can’t stop your mind from reeling from a deep down, haunting hunch
That you’re a' kneeling to eat that free lunch.