Are We Eating Tonight?
I happened to hear on an internet radio station, Elvis Presley's Are You Lonesome Tonight?. As usual, it bounced around the brain cell and re-emerged in an altered state…
Will it give me a fright
If I open the microwave door?
Did your mind go astray when you peeled them that way?
And you dropped all the spuds on the floor.
Does the cheese you are grating seem hard to prepare?
Do you gaze at your cookbook in utter despair?
Was that rice brown or plain?
Can I heat it again?
Tell me dear, are we eating tonight?
(Recitative)
I wonder if we're eating tonight?
You know, someone said all the world's a restaurant.
Where each must take a seat.
Fate had me playing with you as my sous chef.
Meal one was when we met, I loved you at first bite.
You burned that toast so cleverly and forgot to spread the jam.
Then came meal two, it seemed to change, it tasted strange.
But why I'll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you'd cook for me.
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I'd rather go on eating your meals
Than try cooking myself without you.
Now the kitchen's bare and I'm standing there,
With grease marks all around.
And if you won't get my dinner
Then make them bring a pizza round.
(Sung)
Was that rice brown or plain?
Can I heat it again?
Tell me dear, are we eating tonight?
