I eat in the express lines.
The fast lane is my life.
I go to the fast food places;
I’m in the take out line.
IT’s GUT TRANSIT TIME
My ‘waste’ line is growing bigger
My butt is much too large.
But I have to make that appointment,
I really hate to starve.
IT’S GUT TRANSIT TIME
So to the mickie dees
Or pizza and a coke.
Maybe for a change up
to bugger king, and hope:
A sit down meal
with candle light,
It’s not,  since…
I’m working later tonight.
IT’S GUT TRANSIT TIME
I know I should eat better.
Whose got the time today?
With all that dammed down sizing
and off shore work away.
I’ve got to work to keep my job.
No time to eat or play.
IT’S GUT TRANSIT TIME.
Working as we do
We don’t have time to sit
Except for when we really,
Really have to shit.
IT’S GUT TRANSIT TIME
So I eat in the express lane
And fast food eateries I go.
Here I am in the take out lane
I’ve gotta eat, there is no blame.
IT’S GUT TRANSIT  TIME  for me.