The Story of Lunch (to the tune of Under the Boardwalk... kinda)

When the sun beats down
And burns the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot
You wish your tired feet were fireproof

Under the overpass
Down by the expressway
In a Thai place with my hangover
Is where I'll weep

(Under the overpass) With lots of rice
(Under the overpass) I'll be having some spice
(Under the overpass) People serving curry
(Under the overpass) In quite a hurry
(Under the overpass, overpass)

From the street you'll hear
The unhappy sound of a crying lackey
You can almost taste the chillis
And sauces that sent him batty

Under the overpass
Down by the expressway
In a Thai place with my hangover
Is where I'll weep

(Under the overpass) I'm far too hungover
(Under the overpass) I'll never make it through the day
(Under the overpass) I swear it's just curry powder in my eye
(Under the overpass) I break down and weep, Ok.
(Under the overpass, overpass)

Oh, under the overpass
Down by the expressway
In a Thai place with my hangover
Is where I'll weep

(Under the overpass) OK maybe it's the pollen
(Under the overpass) Or the pollution and the noise?
(Under the overpass) Fine maybe this hangover hurts
(Under the overpass) But deep down I'm just as tough as the other boys!
(Under the overpass, overpass)