All Tomorrow’s Mayonnaise

And what sandwich shall the poor girl eat
For all tomorrow’s mayonnaise
A BLT from who knows where
For all tomorrow’s mayonnaise

And what will she eat and what will she drink
When lunchtime comes around
She’ll turn once more to mustard’s clown
And maybe some diet coke

And what sandwich shall the poor girl eat
For all tomorrow’s mayonnaise
Why crab and tuna of yesterday’s salad
For all tomorrow’s mayonnaise

And what will she do with Thursday’s chips
When Monday comes around
She’ll turn once more to mustard’s clown
And maybe some diet coke

And what sandwich shall the poor girl eat
For all tomorrow’s mayonnaise
For Thursday’s chips is chicken’s clown
And eggs no longer served

A turkey sub, a bacon cheese
With buns and rye, and wheat
Fit for one who hungers still
For all tomorrow’s mayonnaise