Hungry Hameds Lyrics by Spin Doctors

Hungry Hameds Lyrics

    Graphite skies of brooklyn calmly drape fourth avenue
    Fifteen-year-old gangsters have a honey-dipped or two
    In arabic, some patrons shoot the breeze
    Jeez, louise

    Hungry hamed's, baby, count your change
    Said the food's a little funky and the atmosphere is mange
    Sam's upset at hamed and hamed's on his feet
    Hungry hamed's, baby, just three blocks from bergen street

    Well, you can have a little cry, baby, you can even beg
    Only reason i go back is that you can't screw up an egg
    Sometimes they treat you worse when you say please
    They forget the ham or cheese

    Hungry hamed's, baby, count your change
    Said the food's a little funky and the atmosphere is mange
    Sam's upset at hamed and hamed's on his feet
    Hungry hamed's, baby, just three blocks from bergen street

    I'm beige and funky, like a rubber band
    I'm a lapis-eyed devil with my pen in hand
    It takes flour and chocolate for an angel cake
    Say now, hamed, whatcha do with all them donuts that you bake.

    My roommates won't go with me, though it's only blocks away.
    Chandler holds a grudge from about five years ago today.
    Some sign about free soda was a scam.
    Well, that's chan.

    Hungry hamed's, baby, count your change
    Said the food's a little funky and the atmosphere is mange
    Sam's upset at hamed and hamed's on his feet
    Hungry hamed's, baby, just three blocks from bergen street.

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