(funky guitar intro)

I ask for steak and cheese, and if I'm feeling sweet
I'll put barbecue sauce on that meat
Give me the biggest size, want it toasted on rye
It's not like McDonalds it doesn't come with fries
There's not enough to share, it's not as if I care
I swallow it down as I'm fighting for air

Cause my lips were shaking, my tongue was quaking
My stomach aching, and they were making it

And I, like my subway one foot long
Yeah, I, like my subway one foot long

Meatballs are fine from the production line
I love garlic bread, its just mine all mine
Asked if I wanted sauce, honey mustard of course
Made a meal for me, I'll come back for more
Had to wash it down with a cola round
Eat another inch and take another drink

Cause my lips were shaking, my tongue was quaking
My stomach aching, and they were making it

And I, like my subway one foot long
Yeah, I, like my subway one foot long
I'm really drooling
And I, like my subway one foot long
And I, like my subway one foot long

(killer guitar solo)

and I, like my subway one foot long
yeah, I, like my subway one foot long
I'm really starving
And I, like my subway one foot long
Yeah, I, like my subway one foot long
Yeah I like it
Yeah I love it one foot long