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Carry on Noodling
nommunication
To see if I could parody off the cuff, I asked Alice to request a song and topic.
She gave me Carry on my Wayward Son, Noodles... and Sherlock.

Carry on making dim sum
There'll be chow mein when you're done
Boiling water, pre-dried nests
Don't you fry no more

In the kitchen there is noise and confusion
Are those soba or is that an illusion?
I was hoping for some udon
But I moved too slow
Though I had such choice, I still couldn't choose them
Had my chopsticks poised, but I couldn't use them
I can hear the cook, he's screaming
I can hear him say

Carry on making dim sum
There'll be chow mein when you're done
Boiling water, pre-dried nests
Don't you fry no more

They put me on serving to hand out noodles
I never get them but I pass on oodles
I am waiting for my lunch break
I will sit and scoff
Now at one table there sits a tall man
Hand his boyfriend food and he sees it all, man
He looks at me like he's screening
Then I hear him say

"you have been making dim sum
It's a simple deduction
You are weary, wish to rest
A simple cook, no more"

The dim sum!
I will always remember
The dim sum!
Nothing equals the splendour
Of the noodles I see steaming
Surely they are heaven's food

I will make no more dim sum!
I'll cook noodles or cook none
My noodles shall be the best
You will cry for more!