Patty Melts

Out on the road, out on the road.
That’s where your wild oats where sowed.
You start out a prince and you end up a toad.
Living out on the road.

Room service is a trick, rarely a treat.
So you go for a bite that can’t be beat,
But how many patty melts can one man eat when he’s eating out on the road?

A cat eats a fish, a dog eats a bone,
Out on the road, a man eats alone,
Time to reflect and to atone for his sins out on the road.

Loudon Wainwright (Road Ode)