I am just a poor boy
In the sub shops I am sold
I must give up my existence
So some hungy guy can eat me
At his dinner hour
I do protest
Still a man eats what he wants to eat
and hopes it will digest
hmmm

When he left his home for his job today
I was no more than roast beef
In the cold refrigerator
In the quiet of the subway shop, just
Feeling scared
Laying low
Hoping BLT's were ordered
But they want me, don't you know
Then somebody grabs me
I don't wanna go

Rye rye rye, rye rye rye rye rye rye
Why why why, why why why why why why why
Rye rye rye rye rye

Asking for a warmed up french roll
I get eaten by a slob
But he has no napkins
So the gravy drips all down
along with mayonnaise
I do declare
There are times when I am so messy
I wish I was a pear

Rye rye rye........

Now I'm laying here, a full foot long
And wishing I was gone
Gobbled up
Where the New York deli customers
Aren't eating me
Eating me
Gobbled up

On the cutting board's more roast beef
And tomatoes in a tray
And some lettuce for good measure
Some rubber glove now lays him down
And cuts him til he cries out
In his meaty kind of pain
I am leaving, I am leaving,
But the poor boy still remains

Rye rye rye rye rye rye rye rye rye rye
Rye rye rye rye rye rye rye rye rye rye
Rye rye rye rye rye