🍕 (a playful, funny, slightly dreamy tune) Verse 1 On a Thursday in Hickory town, I drifted in like a leaf come down, Mellow Mushroom glowing like a cosmic cave, Where the pizzas rise and the hungry hearts behave. Server says, “Honey, grab a seat— We got slices so good they’ll knock you off your feet.” I said, “Bless my soul, and pass the crust,” ’Cause lunch is calling, and I must, I must! Chorus Oh, Thursday at the Mellow Mushroom, Where the air smells sweet like a pizza perfume. Got a pie so big it eclipsed the moon, And I might need help from a forklift soon. Yes, Thursday at the Mellow Mushroom— Where the vibe’s so chill it rewrites the room. If joy had a flavor, it’d be shroom-to-boom, And I ain’t leaving till three… or June. Verse 2 Ordered a Holy Shiitake, thought I’d seen it all, Till that garlic oil hit like a curtain call. Then a pretzel came by wearing butter and salt, And my diet filed for divorce by default. Kids at the next booth chewin’ like champs, Guy by the bar droppin’ dad-joke rants— “Why’d the pizza cross the road?” he grinned; I said, “Sir, I’m too full for this foolishness again.” Chorus Oh, Thursday at the Mellow Mushroom, Where the tea’s Carolina and the cheese goes zoom. Where lunch sneaks up like a cartoon boom, And every booth should come with a warning: Womb. Yes, Thursday at the Mellow Mushroom— Where time drips slow like a lava lamp’s plume. If happiness baked, it’d smell like this room— And I’m floating away on a parmesan broom. Bridge Some folks chase wisdom, some chase gold… I chase that crust with the edges rolled. And should the universe ever end— I hope it restarts with a pie and a friend. Final Chorus So here’s to Thursdays, Hickory skies, To pizzas stacked like summertime lies. To laughter rising with the yeast— And to calling mushrooms “gourmet feasts.” Yeah, Thursday at the Mellow Mushroom— Where the world feels right and the blues make room. I’ll be back next week, same hungry tune— Save me a booth— And a slice the size of Boone.
