Asian Confusion

Let's order in like we do every week
We can eat everything from containers
Speed dial five, I thank God I'm alive
It's an air of Monday morning no-brainer
Let's order in from the regular place
It'll be here in less than half an hour
How 'bout we get all the usual things
You are wonton and I am hot and sour

Sunday night Chinese food
Everything is greasy good
Don't worry, God is in church all day today
Once a week is understood

I can't believe it is already here
Maybe they're not that busy, wonder why
I'll get some cash, get the door, what's the tip?
Is he new or the usual guy?

Sunday night Chinese food
Ending the week a perfect way
It's the only thing Chinese that God likes to make
Right here in the USA

What is this dish? Looks like squid in its ink
Lobster sauce, jumbo shrimp, crispy pork
This is not our food, call them back, where's the bill?
It's for someone in the building named Schwartz

They probably got our Chinese food
Everything we ordered greasy good
Sometimes even God gets things the wrong way
Now and then is understood

I'll get the door, it must be the guy again
Two switch bags give us our proper food
Look, it's the people from 23B
All this time I thought they were kosher too
Come in, sit down, we have nice paper plates
We don't ask, we don't tell, have some soda
This is our place, yes, we've seen you around
We knew your mother, she looked a lot like Yoda

Sunday night Chinese food
Our weekly observant exclusion
God will be happy that we had you in our home
Of a shared little Asian confusion

Sunday night, Sunday night
Sunday night, Sunday night