School Dinner Blues - The Soft Boys

I woke up this mornin'

School dinners all around my mind

I woke up this mornin'

School dinners all around my mind

Not a moment, now

I looked for you, baby

But school dinner’s all that I could find

I woke up this mornin'

A tablecloth over my face

I woke up this mornin'

A tablecloth over my face

I can’t be your table, honey

I just can’t lay you no place

No, I can’t

Hey now, baby

Got the school dinner blues

I got through my navel

To my walkin' shoes

You look so good

But you taste so bad

Like every piece of news

A man ever had

I’m in the laundry (I'm in the laundry)

I’m in the luandry (There was a good thing)

I’m in the laundry

Oh schucks, baby, what would I say?

You dress like a ham

But you talk just like a lump of coal

You walk like a ham

But you taste just like a piece of coal, yeah you do

I can’t help but feel that the

Whole thing’s got out of control