Women and Sandwiches

Women and sandwiches
They always surprise
They're more complicated
Than burgers or fries
Or guys

Women and sandwiches
Some are cold and some hot
But take what they offer
And you'll learn a lot

You're doubtful or dreadful
They've burned you before
But trust me my brother
You'll line up for more

For they may be crusty
Or salty, or sour
But women and sandwiches
Always have the power

And sometimes there's a sandwich
With a taste that disagrees
That maybe makes you angry
Gives you agita, the quease

But go with it at least a while
And soon it's not so strange
With time and understanding
Taste can change

Women and sandwiches
Like chocolates and wine
Sometimes the strange ones
Are just the most fine

You look at the outside
The face, or the bread
You don't know what's there
In that roll, or that head

But odds are you'll like
What's inside for y'all
Women and sandwiches
I so love them all

And sometimes there's a sandwich
That you looked at just one way
Then it suddenly surprised you
Say a lot, and say today
And then asked you to do something
That you thought was just a cheat

The explanation wasn't so complete
But still in all it's just a simple feat
So maybe you should help her
'Cause she's sweet
And her brother's pretty neat

"So, you dropped the metaphor.
And you're just talking about a woman at this point.
That's what going on here, right?"

"You got me."

Well, long may their heavenly mysteries live!
And all of the joys and the sorrows they give!
Wherever we weirdos
We wishing men roam

Women and sandwiches
Women and sandwiches
Women and sandwiches
Will always bring us home

"Should we get out of here before the cops come?"

"Brilliant, mate!"

"Brilliant, mate!"