Letras
(Biscuit head, got a big old biscuit head)
Good morning, Hamed
Yeah, 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. Oh!
Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your change
Said your food's a little funky, the atmosphere is mange
Sam's upset at Hamed, Hamed's on his feet
Hungry Hamed's, baby, just three blocks from Bergen Street
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
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'll forget the ham or cheese
Oh, Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your change
Said your food's a little funky, 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
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Yeah, give Darren whatever he wants, alright?
And can I have a cup of tea with milk and two sugars?
And scrambled eggs on a roll with mushroom, mayo, ham and cheese?
A big French cruller
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
Said now, Hamed, what d'ya do with all them doughnuts that you bake?
Hamed, what d'ya do with all them doughnuts that you bake?
Hamed, Hamed, Hamed, what d'ya do with all them doughnuts 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, ha ha
Oh, Hungry Hamed's, baby, count your change
Said your food's a little funky, 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
Oh, yeah
Hey-aa
Hey-ey-oh
Cooked breakfast? Huh!
