Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lunch Hour, artist - Rupert Holmes. Album song Partners In Crime, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1978
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Lunch Hour |
She gets an hour for lunch but if it comes to the crunch |
She can stretch it if you know what I mean |
She meets him at a hotel where they’re not known very well |
'Cause they never stay beyond 2:15 |
She does her make-up with care and runs a brush through her hair |
Then grabs a cab back up to Third Avenue |
And at a quarter to three, her friends say «Oh-my-oh-me, |
Whatever you just had for lunch agrees with you» |
Lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour |
How do you find time to eat? |
Well, there are so many people on the street |
All of them are hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry |
Lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour |
Gimme a sandwich to go Well, as long as I can see you, I know |
I’ll never go hungry |
He takes a drive every day |
From Brooklyn to JFK |
Because he meets a flight at noon from Montreal |
And every day he’ll await |
Outside Air Canada’s gate |
'Cause she’s a stewardess connecting with St. Paul |
And when his lady arrives |
They run for both of their lives |
Out to the Piper Cub Motel that they call home |
Then back to Terminal 2 |
She meets her husband anew |
He is the navigator of a flight from Rome |
And it’s lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour |
How do you find time to eat? |
Well, there are so many people on the street |
And all of them are hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry |
Lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour |
Gimme a sandwich to go Well, as long as I can see you, I know |
I’ll never go hungry |
No lunch, no brunch |
I’ll munch something on the run, dear |
East side, west side |
Fast ride, lunch hour’s begun here |
I’m on a diet (No lunch, no brunch) |
You might try it |
(I'll munch something on the run, dear) Fast food and hot love |
(East side, west side) You can do it Long as you got love (Fast ride, lunch hour’s begun here) |
We live on a nine-hour day (No lunch, no brunch) |
We sleep 8 hours away |
(I'll munch something on the run, dear) |
Work from 9 to 5 with 60 minutes off |
(East side, west side) So when lunch hour’s begun |
We’re really ready to run |
(Fast ride, lunch hour’s begun here) |
It’s on your mark, it’s down and set, it’s off |
(No lunch, no brunch) Off to a table for two |
Off to a room with a view |
(I'll munch something on the run, dear) |
With someone new who you just barely know |
(East side, west side) You’re really up for the date |
And you don’t want to be late |
But still you swear your watch is 60 minutes slow |
Is it lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour? |
How do you find time to eat? |
Well, there are so many people on the street |
And all of them are hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry |
Lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour, lunch hour |
Gimme a sandwich to go Well, as long as I can see you, I know |
I’ll never go hungry |