Prime Rib Blues (a song of unfulfilled longing, by Eddie Biggins)

Prime Rib Blues (Eddie Biggins) I came in to work this morning Sat at my desk and started in I pushed some papers while I waited For the daily gossip to begin When a woman sitting near me Started telling where she’d been It seems her man took her to dinner At some fancy-schmancy place As she talked about the menu A great big smile came to my face When she described the prime rib special My mind went into space I was picturing those juices Dripping on the plate Thinking how those juices Sure would taste great When I thought about the peanut butter and jelly sandwich in my lunch bag A tear came to my eye ‘Cause when you’re craving a prime rib dinner Nothing else will satisfy I tried to get some work done But I was useless as a bug Thought I’d drink a little coffee But when I picked up my mug I missed my mouth and spilled it On my shirt, my pants, my desk and on the rug I looked inside my wallet Dollar sixty-three I knew that prime rib dinner wouldn’t be Happening for me Why I didn’t