monzyummylunch

Don McClean Yummy Lunch!

M: "The exact same thing as yesterday."
MYL:

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that Monz lunch used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make that news of lunch dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But February made us shiver
With every lunch news that was delivered.
Bad news on the phone;
We needed a new lunch news loan

I can’t remember if we cried
When we heard yet another carrot side
But something touched us deep inside
The day the lunch news died.

So bye-bye
slice of american pie
logged
onto the blog
but the creativity died
somewhere good old boys are drinkin' whiskey and rye
but now it's water and then doing the dry

Did you write the book of lunch
And do you have faith in Whole Food's punch
If the dietician tells you so?
Do you believe in Chinese take-out
Can lunch make your day do a turn-a-bout
And can you teach me to cook real slow?

Well, we know that you’re in love with vesuvio
you repeat it so much like you have something to prove-io
You bit into an apple
This blog is making us napple.

We were lonely teenage bloggin' bucks
With a low-GI snack bar and some broiled ground chuck
But we knew the blog was totally f*****
The day the lunch news died.

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Now for two months we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
While we wait for lunch to change
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
But never goes to Dairy Queen
If you stake-out fast food, you'll never say "he was seen!"

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his royal crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No Cosi cash was burned
We bet Lennon dined at a lot of marks
A cake melted in McCarther Park
We sang dirges in the dark
The day the lunch news died.

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Helter skelter in a near-spring swelter.
The birds flew off Jeff's awning shelter,
Three mile radious and failing fast.
McGrill was the fowl he ordered en mass
The short order cooks tried for a forward pass,
With Vicky in her car driving to Jewel fast.

Now the lunctime air was sweet perfume
While the XRT played a faux-Americana tune.
No way Monz was going to dance,
The blog never got the chance!
'Cause the lunches all remained the same,
Monz' orders have gotten lame
Do you recall when lunch wasn't so tame
The day the lunch news died.

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Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A group of editors lost in space
With no material to start again.
So come on: Monz be nimble, Monz be quick
Order some shishkabob, it's on a stick
Cause flavor is the bloggers only friend.

Oh, and as we listened to him in his office
Our hands were clenched, our stomachs nauseous
No Fresh Fields born in hell
Could break that lunch rut's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
precooking tomorrow's lunch delight
We saw Seattle Sutton laughing with delight
The day the lunch news died

She was singing (Repeat chorus)

We met a girl who sang the blues
And we asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
We went down to the China Chef
Where we had tried the specials, they had heft
But the counterwoman said the Kung Pao was played

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The Taco Bell was broken.
And the four men we admire most:
The Colonel, Ronald, maitre-d and host,
They hung it up for eggs, juice and toast
The day the lunch news died.

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