(A/C# Am Asus2/B A)
I have what you need
and you have what I need
but only one of us can feed
I put down my fork 
you put down your fork
too civil for comfort

you talk and I smile 
our hunger's tactile
deadlocked for a while
You ask for my fork 
I answer "you first"
starvation grows worse

if I gave you the tool
you'd call me a fool 
for breaking the rules
I can tell you're hungry
but the problem you see
is that you're not me

CHORUS (E D A C)
we think on our seats
we spy with conceit
only one of us can eat
while the other one retreats
the dining philosophers go round and round

BREAK (G F# F E)
if I could only find a way 
to take your fork away 
and smash that stupid grin 
right off of your chin, 
I'd have all the food 
I'd make all the rules
and I'd never go hungry again