Parody

Making A Sandwich

Let me tell you how to make a sandwich like a pro

Johnny likes honey from bees, they are endangered

so he’s down on his knees  it’s tough, so tough

Trina works at subway all day with some of her money

She brings home some honey, for John, for John

She says, we’ve got to put on all the cheese we’ve got

It doesn’t really matter if it’s swiss or not

We’ve got tomatoes but not a lot of mayo

So we’ll put on some sauce

Woah, pass the buns

Woah, Making a sandwich

Take some ham, add a little mustard

Woah, Making a sandwich

Johnny’s got no honey in stock

Now he’s saving his money that he found on the block

So tough, it’s tough

Trina dreams of PB and Js

When she eats in the day, Johnny whispers

Baby add some ham for me

We’ve got to put on all the cheese we’ve got

It doesn’t really matter if it’s swiss or not

We’ve got tomatoes but not a lot of mayo

We’ll put on some sauce

Woah, pass the buns

Woah, Making a sandwich

Take some ham, add a little mustard

Woah, Making a sandwich

Making a sandwich

[solo]

Oh, we’ve got to put on all the cheese we’ve got

You live for the ham when the honey is gone

Woah, pass the buns

Woah, making a sandwich

Take some ham, add a little mustard

Woah, making a sandwich

Woah, pass the buns

Woah, making a sandwich

Take some ham,and add a little mustard

Woah, making a sandwich

Woah, pass  the buns

Woah, making a sandwich

Take some ham,and add a little mustard

Woah, making a sandwich

Livin on a prayer

Once upon a time not so long ago

Tommy used to work on the docks, union’s been on strike

He’s down on his luck, it’s tough, so tough

Gina works the diner all day working for her man

She brings home her pay, for love, for love

She says, we’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got

It doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not

We’ve got each other and that’s a lot for love

We’ll give it a shot

Woah, we’re half way there

Woah, livin’ on a prayer

Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear

Woah, livin’ on a prayer

Tommy’s got his six-string in hock

Now he’s holding in what he used to make it talk

So tough, it’s tough

Gina dreams of running away

When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers

Baby, it’s okay, someday

We’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got

It doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not

We’ve got each other and that’s a lot for love

We’ll give it a shot

Woah, we’re half way there

Woah, livin’ on a prayer

Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear

Woah, livin’ on a prayer

Livin’ on a prayer

Oh, we’ve got to hold on, ready or not

You live for the fight when it’s all that you’ve got

Woah, we’re half way there

Woah, livin’ on a prayer

Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear

Woah, livin’ on a prayer

Woah, we’re half way there

Woah, livin’ on a prayer

Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear

Woah, livin’ on a prayer

Woah, we’re half way there

Woah, livin’ on a prayer

Take my hand, we’ll make it I swear

Woah, livin’ on a prayer

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