Spin Doctors - Hungry Hameds Lyrics
Graphite skies of brooklyn calmly drape fourth avenueFifteen-year-old gangsters have a honey-dipped or twoIn arabic, some patrons shoot the breezeJeez, louiseHungry hameds, baby, count your changeSaid the foods a little funky and the atmosphere is mangeSams upset at hamed and hameds on his feetHungry hameds, baby, just three blocks from bergen streetWell, you can have a little cry, baby, you can even begOnly reason I go back is that you cant screw up an eggSometimes they treat you worse when you say pleaseThey forget the ham or cheeseHungry hameds, baby, count your changeSaid the foods a little funky and the atmosphere is mangeSams upset at hamed and hameds on his feetHungry hameds, baby, just three blocks from bergen streetIm beige and funky, like a rubber bandIm a lapis-eyed devil with my pen in handIt takes flour and chocolate for an angel cakeSay now, hamed, whatcha do with all them donuts that you bake.My roommates wont go with me, though its only blocks away.Chandler holds a grudge from about five years ago today.Some sign about free soda was a scam.Well, thats chan.Hungry hameds, baby, count your changeSaid the foods a little funky and the atmosphere is mangeSams upset at hamed and hameds on his feetHungry hameds, baby, just three blocks from bergen street.
