Main Dish

Lời & hợp âm

[Verse 1]
[G]Doe[D]s t[G]he relish ever
want to be the hot dog?
Does the [C]pickle ever want to be the bun?
Does the [G]ketchup ever want
to be the meatloaf?
Saying be[D]ing second fiddle's no fun
Does the [G]coleslaw ever want
to be the chicken?
Does the [C]cinnamon want to
be the pumpkin pie?
Does the [G]mayonnaise ever
want to be bologna?
Does it [D]ever hang its head and cry?
Singing, [Em]why can't I[D] be
the [C]main [G]dish?
Where, oh, [D]where is my [A]bride?[D][A]
[G]Why can't [B]I be the m[C]ain d[G]ish
Why am I al[D]ways on the [C]side[Am][G]
Does the cheese want to
be the spaghetti
Does the gar[C]lic want to be the pizza pie
Does the [G]dressing ever
want to be the salad?
Or the mus[D]tard, the pastrami on rye?
Does the tar[G]tar sauce long to be the fish?
Or the bar[C]becue long to be the ribs?
Does the [G]spinach long to be the lasagna?
Does it [D]ever scream, hey what gives?
Singing, [Em]why can't I[D] be
the [C]main [G]dish?
Where, oh, [D]where is my [A]bride?
[G]Why can't [B]I be the m[C]ain d[G]ish?
Why am I al[D]ways on the [C]side?[D][G][Ab]
Does the hot dog ever
want to be the relish
Does the spa[Db]ghetti ever
want to be the sauce
Does the [Ab]chicken ever
want to be the salt
Saying [Eb]I'm sick of being the boss
Does the [Ab]meatloaf ever want
to be the breadcrumbs
Does the om[Db]elette ever
want to be the cheese
Do the [Ab]waffles ever want to be the syrup
Just to [Eb]live the life of ease?
Singing, [Fm]why must [Eb]I be
the [Db]main [Ab]dish?
Taking all the [Eb]rest [Bb]for a ride
[Ab]Why must I[C] be the ma[Db]in d[Ab]ish?
Sometimes I long to [Eb]sit
on the [Db]side[Bbm][Ab][A]
In the end the mustard's
happy to be mustard
And the sug[D]ar is happy to be sweet
And the to[A]fu is happy being tofu
Singing my [E]whole life's complete
And the [A]ginger is happy to be spicy
And the vin[D]egar's content to be sour
And the chick[A]en soup is
happy to be salty
They're all [E]feeling better hour to hour
[C#m]Singin[E]g I don'[F#m]t need[E]
to be the [D]main [A]dish
And I don't [E]need to be on the [B]side
[A]I am j[C#]ust what I a[D]m n[A]ow
And that leaves me [E]beaming
with [D]pride[A]
Charlie
Pryde that is
No one knows what goes on

[Outro 1]
behind closed refrigerator doors.
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