To Sit on a Sandwich Songtext
von Brute Force

Sandwich
To sit on a sandwich
To sit on a sandwich
Nothing could be finer
Nothing could be better
Nothing could be nicer
Nothing could be wiser
In this day and age of such advance civilisation

Than to pounce
And sit on a sandwich
To sit on a sandwich
Pastrami, salami, turky, pot roast beef,
Tuna fish, egg salad
To cut out the baloney
That′s been going on
In the political democratescants(?) of the world


Oohhhh to go roaming through the coleslaw
Who cares what for anymore
Hooooo to skip and frolick through the pickles
While the big sanwich maker himself
Sits high in his elysian shelf
And giggles
And prepares for the verse

Some people
Think it's a disadvantage
To sit on a sandwich
But nothing would be finer
Nothing could be better
Nothing could be nicer
Nothing would be wiser
In this day and age
Of such absent civilisation

Than to sit
To sit on a sandwich
To sit on a sandwich
Any old sandwich
To sit on a sandwich
Make your own sandwich
And sit on your sandwich