In the city, crusts get hardenedyou can’t grow onions without a garden But in the country, you’ll find restthe fires are toasty and the cream cheese fresh
Molly, oh Molly, I’ve been a damned foolan utterly mad imbecileI’ve left you unmarried, unloved and alonewhile on onion bagels I’d fill But now that I’ve said it, it seems not insanein fact I feel it’s well thought throughFor bagels awaken a new love each day —unchained and unfettered by you
lazy little bagelafloat along the riverbarely bobbingso slowly spinningcontent to be carried,noticed by no onebut for the fisheswho wonder in its wake,“what tastes like onionover here?”
There’s a bagel on the train trackever’body get backIt’s a-comin’ up fasthow we gonna’ get past?If it’s mighty hard n’ staleit’ll knock us off the railBut if it’s flavored onionto hit it is the real sin
I ate me a bagelwas as big as a houseand it’s heading on downmy digestive tract I had me a bagelcoulda’ fed about twentybut I ate it alland now my burps taste oniony
i need to knowhow is it sothat rings of doughmake my blood flow for i can’t seehow it could bethat it’s just mewhose heart’s so free to heed that callin lust i falland then we ballonions and all