Where has all the good food gone
And where are all the cooks?
Where's the street-wise Taillevent
We seem to have forsook?
Isn't there a culinaire upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need--

I need a gyro
I'm holding out for a gyro 'til the end of the night
It's gotta have lamb
And it's gotta have beef
And it's gotta be fresh every bite
I need a gyro
I'm holding out for a gyro 'til the morning light
It's gotta be good
And it's gotta be soon
And it's gotta be larger than life...

Somewhere in a kitchen
In my wildest fantasy
Salted lemon cucumbers
Folded into a Tzatziki
With some cloves of garlic to add a little heat heat
It's only gonna take one taste to sweep me off my feet

I need a gyro
I'm holding out for a gyro 'til the end of the night
It's gotta have lamb
And it's gotta have beef
And it's gotta be fresh every bite
I need a gyro
I'm holding out for a gyro 'til the morning light
It's gotta be good
And it's gotta be soon
And it's gotta be larger than life...

Down where the pita meets the toppings above
Out where the garnish trickles free
I would swear it's leaving me
In ecstasy

Through the onions and spices and meat
And the sauce in a flood
I can feel its flavor
Light a fire in my blood

I need a gyro!
I'm holding out for a gyro 'til the end of the night
It's gotta have lamb
And it's gotta have beef
And it's gotta be fresh every bite
I need a gyro
I'm holding out for a gyro 'til the morning light
It's gotta be good
And it's gotta be soon
And it's gotta be larger than life...