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Ah look at all the hungry people
Ah look at all the hungry people

Eating at Chadwicks, picks up the menu
In front Mr. Tony's your Host
Sampling the pot roast
Waiting for pulled pork, or appetizers
they cook on the spot in your face
Who owns this place?

All the hungry people
Where do they all come from?
All the hungry people
Where do they all belong?

Poor Mr. Tony, writing the checks
so this dive of a bar stays afloat
He’s not the goat
Look at him sweating, damning his pod
In the morning when no one is there
He’s still on the air?

All the hungry people
Please pour them all some wine
All the hungry people
Do they ride the Purple Line?

Ah look at all the hungry people
Ah look at all the hungry people

Eating at Chadwick’s, make me some fries
like the place where I bowl, can you please?
Covered in grease
Poor Mr. Tony, wiping the cash
From his son as he spends to the grave
No dough was saved

All the hungry Littles
Their locations all are pinned
All the hungry Littles
Why do they listen in?