It's been a long, long day I'm heading home
I spent the afternoon out on the road
Boss was yelling, screaming in my ear
You've got to meet sales forecasts for the year
But when I get back home I open up my eyes
I reach for bread and then I shun the curly fries
Just a minute now to crispen up the snack
Melting butter and I add a sweet attack
My Speculoos
At the same stoplight since six o'clock
The color's changing but the traffic's stopped
I GPS the closest Trader Joe's
And hit the breakdown lane cause green means go
When I get there I run past the sample trays
I scan the aisles 'til my eyes begin to glaze
A sign says "out of stock" I can't hold back my shriek
The grocery clerk says it might be another week for
My Speculoos
Did you look in the back?
Just double-check
I need it
(Come on boys and girls, now listen everybody
Do you love rock and roll or have you left the party?)
When life's a dodge ball pegging me between the eyes
I give myself this one participation prize
I'm gonna stock the fallout shelter in my yard
With just a spoon and six or seven hundred jars of
My Speculoos