Does the relish ever
want to be the hot dog?
Does the pickle ever want to be the bun?
Does the ketchup ever want
to be the meatloaf?
Saying being second fiddle's no fun
Does the coleslaw ever want
to be the chicken?
Does the cinnamon want to
be the pumpkin pie?
Does the mayonnaise ever
want to be bologna?
Does it ever hang its head and cry?
Singing, why can't I be
the main dish?
Where, oh, where is my bride?
Why can't I be the main dish
Why am I always on the side
Does the cheese want to
be the spaghetti
Does the garlic want to be the pizza pie
Does the dressing ever
want to be the salad?
Or the mustard, the pastrami on rye?
Does the tartar sauce long to be the fish?
Or the barbecue long to be the ribs?
Does the spinach long to be the lasagna?
Does it ever scream, hey what gives?
Singing, why can't I be
the main dish?
Where, oh, where is my bride?
Why can't I be the main dish?
Why am I always on the side?
Does the hot dog ever
want to be the relish
Does the spaghetti ever
want to be the sauce
Does the chicken ever
want to be the salt
Saying I'm sick of being the boss
Does the meatloaf ever want
to be the breadcrumbs
Does the omelette ever
want to be the cheese
Do the waffles ever want to be the syrup
Just to live the life of ease?
Singing, why must I be
the main dish?
Taking all the rest for a ride
Why must I be the main dish?
Sometimes I long to sit
on the side
In the end the mustard's
happy to be mustard
And the sugar is happy to be sweet
And the tofu is happy being tofu
Singing my whole life's complete
And the ginger is happy to be spicy
And the vinegar's content to be sour
And the chicken soup is
happy to be salty
They're all feeling better hour to hour
Singing I don't need
to be the main dish
And I don't need to be on the side
I am just what I am now
And that leaves me beaming
with pride
Charlie
Pryde that is
No one knows what goes on