Tiny Diner, Route Seventeen
Serving grilled beef
Ketchup on the cook's smock
and a bit of string cheese

I've got two states till
I can bail
but I need a bite
Or I'm gonna get real ill

I'm headin North
while my spouse rides Shotgun
Open says the door
a late food diner yes

We wanted a bite
well, now we'll get one
Or I just just may go crazy yet

I'll stuff my face
Then we'll hit the road again ya'll
Don't that sound like a solid plan

but then our friends said
I know what it is that we want
Clam Chowder and Bread

Well, it was half past ten
twelve more orders in
And I can feel it rumble
as my stomach sinks in

We ate at the dive,
I had fries
But now we are stuck waiting here all night

Hey, let's hit the road
Me and my spouse are done
Waiting some more
on our friends regret

Just wanted a bite
Now we've had some
But my friends feel sick
they said "let's sit"

Had red on his face
and his blew up like a toy doll
And I asked "are you alright man"

I laughed as I said
That You should have never ate no
Clam Chowder and Bread

His tummy growled
and his face turned bitter
It Turns out seafood was the trigger

Ain't driving now,
As my friend's cheeks swell now
Wait by the car for him to let it set

He had a bite
but it made his head run
round in circles, he got sick

Well at this pace
I guess we'll push it back a day now
Guess that sounds like a new plan

So in the future
if your allergic do not order
Clam Chowder and,
Clam Chowder and Bread
Clam Chowder and Bread Oh No
EW!