Supper In the City

Just a little something I whipped up while sleeping, last night... put to the tune of "Summer In the City", by Lovin' Spoonful:

Hot damn! supper in the city!

Back of my van kids are tryin to be witty

Downtown, isn’t it a pity

Doesn’t seem to be a sandwich in the city

All around people looking well-fed

Marching on the sidewalk dumber than a bonehead

But uptown there’s a Chick-Fil-A

I’ll just offend the gay

Come on, who cares what you think, Rahm,

Chicago Way, thug Farrakhan...

‘Cuz, babe, don’t you know it’s not pretty

When you’re stomping on our free rights 

To have supper in the city

Where I want to in the city...

Beantown, hungry in the city,

Driving through town and seeing no pity

Baby mewling like kitty...

Don’t wanna drive every corner of the city

‘Til vacuum locks my gas cap

Pull into a station hoping for a little fuel tap

Burlington is a long long drive

Worth it for waffle  fries

Come on, come on, a peach milk shake!

Despite the mobs we need the break

And, babe, don’t you know in the city

you don’t see the same free rights

To have supper in the city

Where I want to in the city...