Subway
To some you are just a sandwich shop, a lunch break last resort
But to us, the students of Ole Miss, you are so much more
To us, you are not a stop along the way but a destination
Your abundance of toppings is our fascination
Your crisp lettuce and juicy tomatoes are the satisfaction that we need after a trek across The Grove
The aroma of fresh bread baking is what makes us call the Union “home”
Your Italian BMT gives me life
The way you fill me up for such a low price.
“Chips and a drink?” is never a question
When it is you that I’m digesting
Your fresh-baked cookies are my fave
Those, my sweet tea, and my Kettle Cooked Lays
We’ll be sad when you’re gone. Won’t you miss us too?
When the Union reopens and everything is new
It’ll be great, I know, but I can’t ignore
I’ve never seen a line quite like yours before
Right out the door and straight past the stairs
All the Ole Miss students waiting to get theirs
Life won’t be the same without you, Subway
I hope you come back again someday
