On Chicken Wings, or, The Ballad of the Cafeteria Catholic

You who smell this lovely smorgasbord,
Who will dine with the fork and the knife,
On each trip remember,
A new plate if you must.

Refrain:
And we will feed you all, on chicken wings,
Greasy fries with stringy cheese,
Salad that isn’t all that green,
And ice cream, out of a machine,
At the end.

The glare of the lady, who works behind the line,
Need not worry, or cause you fear,
She’s there to ensure our profits,
By dispensing each their own.

REFRAIN

You need not fear that terror of the night,
Indigestion, intestinal pain,
Though thousands writhe in anguish,
Pepto will steer you clear!

REFRAIN

If you return to eat with us again,
All you can, only six ninety-nine,
The same three meats, and the same four veg,
Will be there to satisfy your tongue.

And we will feed you all, on chicken wings,
Greasy fries with stringy cheese,
Salad that isn’t all that green,
And ice cream, out of a machine, at the end.
And ice…cream…out of a machine…at the end.

(thanks to Bekah for the subtitle…)

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