LYRICS
I went to my usual spot
Where I sit just ’bout every day
I thought things were going in the usual way
But, there in my seat
Were sandwiches… cheese and meat
A free lunch on its way
A free lunch here today
A free lunch…
A free lunch… what can I say?
I’ve always had a hunch
There’s such thing as “a free lunch”
Did Friedman feed men?
Was Milton smitten?
’cause I find it fittin’
I’ve a bunch of free lunch
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: E variations / E A / B7 A E
Recording: live
Daniel — Vocals, Guitar
Bill Kucera — Guitar
A song about finding sandwiches on the bench at Gay and Church Streets in West Chester and how it applies to Milton Friedman’s economic theory “There’s No Such Thing as a Free Lunch”.
Written at the corner of Gay and Church Streets. Recorded at Everhart Park in Chester County, West Chester, PA.
From the album Gay Church