We're out of food; We're out of food.
Though you're in the mood
For some ala' mode or crispy, fried horny toad.
We got some news you can really use;
We're out of food; We're out of food.
On my knees I beg and scream
For a slice of pie and a scoop of ice cream.
The waiter-man just shakes his head.
The tone of his voice fills me with dread.
"We've nothing here that you can eat;
Not a crust of bread or a slice of meat.
We've not one morsel or one bite.
You'll have togo hungry tonight."
We're out of food; We're out of food.
Though you're in the mood
For some ala' mode or crispy, fried horny toad.
We got some news you can really use;
We're out of food; We're out of food.
When I die and I'm laid to rest
I hope I go to the place that's best.
But if I die and I go to Hell
There's just one fact I know quite well.
When I shake hands with the Devil guy
He will look me straight in the eye
And tell me news that's no damn good:
"We're out of food; We're out of food."
We're out of food; We're out of food.
Though you're in the mood
For some ala' mode or crispy, fried horny toad.
We got some news you can really use;
We're out of food; We're out of food.
Riders Warning: Ft. Davis is not a good town to arrive after 5:00pm