Length: 4:10

This is the sad, sad story
Of a man and his food
Alone in his kitchen of love
His culinary methods are quite crude

The dishes he prepares each night
Never taste that good
And when it comes to love
He never eats the way he should

And then the girl on the radio
Says that she wants to be my girl
And then the girl on the radio
Says that she wants to be my world

My lover is a Chinese restaurant
My lover is a Chinese restaurant
Every Monday night I can eat all I want

Love is a feast and it’s time to feed
But every night my plate stays clean
Love is the fuel of the soft machine
And every night my tank’s on ‘E’

And then the guy on the television
Says I can have it made my way
And then the guy on the television
Says I can have it anyway I want

My lover is a frozen fish fillet
My lover is a frozen fish fillet
I can heat her up in a microwave

And if my mouth stops eating
My heart stops beating
I finally start needing love

And then the girl on the radio
Tells me I’m everything she’s ever dreamed of

My lover is a Chinese restaurant
My lover is a Chinese restaurant
My lover is a Chinese restaurant
Every Monday night I can eat all I want