In lunching times , hundreds of folks sit more and feed so hungrily
there worked a strange race of people, the asians
no one knows what this is, or gives a crap,
but their delicacies remain,
trollied out to the american masses as DIM SUM

Dim Sum, with a stir fried smell,
where the food is good, and we do eat well
Dim Sum where you eat what you can,
and the waitress brings moo goo gai pan
Dim Sum it's a magic place where the bellies flop
as they clean their plates
Dim Sum, where the seafood dries,
and the food is good, and the latte chai

too good, I love
all the squids again
but the soups are bad, made of dried how-guen
where the wontons float,
no more cats meow
just eat the shrimp
that's called "har gow"