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It came noon, monday mornin', ma wallet's nowhere to be found
the food truck lady she said, I'd have to pickup of the ground
I got the cant-find-the-cash, food-in-a-flash, cat-and-rat-hash
NO-FREE-LUNCH-BLUES.
I waited all tuesday mornin' for the faculty lunch to be over
when that cruel brown brown door opened, they'd left us 3 sprigs of clover
I got the pullin-my-hair eatin-my-chair aint-no-food-there
NO-FREE-LUNCH-BLUES.
I wrote code wednesday mornin', needed stock to buy low and sell high
Wolpert said it was equally bad, that nothing I'd done would fly
I got the all-outa-joint cant-hit-the-point hermitian-adjoin
NO-FREE-LUNCH-BLUES.
I woke up, thursday mornin', my cruel stomach was making me balk
when I went in to the playroom, I starved all thru the talk
I got the Rod-killed-the-snack off-tenure-track cant-catch-no-slack
NO-FREE-LUNCH-BLUES.
I came in, friday mornin', I hadn't eaten a bit all week
see 29 boxes of pizza all bought by an anchovies freak
I got the whats-with-Isbell Stefanis-is-hell cant-take-GSL
NO-FREE-LUNCH-BLUES.
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