How Many Are There? The Lyrics Are Not Specific

I think Warren Zevon ordered my lunch for me  

Did he pay for it too?  That would be very nice of him. 

So, I should probably point out here that I don't know Warren Zevon, and have never met the guy, leave alone have lunch with him.  What's important to note here is that my lunch was inspired by Warren Zevon.  

Yeah, this doesn't make sense anymore. 

So, I'll point out here that there is something of a tradition here at work that goes back for several years.  It's known as "Chinese Tuesday" and it happens, as you might suspect, every Tuesday.  It's when we go to the Chinese restaurant across the street from work for lunch.  The guy who runs it is pretty cool, and he knows us all since we've been going there for years, and the place is pretty convenient.  It's actually one of to and a half restaurants within a mile of work, the half being the franchised donut chain that's attached to the gas station which I've never actually ordered lunch from.  I get their coffee all of the time, since I'm told my country runs on it or something, but that's beside the point entirely.  

Not long ago, on my way to work, I was thinking ahead to lunch, and what I should order from the Chinese restaurant, since it was Tuesday.  I often go with the broccoli-themed dishes, such as chicken with broccoli, or beef with broccoli, but since I have lots of broccoli at home, I wasn't really feeling that.  There are several curry dishes that are quite popular at the restaurant, and I get a couple of those on occasion, but I wasn't sure if I was into spiciness.  Then, Warren Zevon happened.  

See, Warren's song "Werewolves of London" might be his most commercially successful song, having peaked at #21 in the U.S. back in 1978.  It's a ridiculous song, containing precisely 8 beats worth of music repeated ad nauseum for 3 minutes and 27 seconds.  Seriously...it never changes.  

Anyway, the first, I'm going to call it "verse" of the song, even though it probably doesn't count as one, ends with the line "Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein."  Then the song goes into some howling and mentioning the Werewolves of London while the same 8 beats of music play ad more nauseum.  

This reminded me of the fact that the Chinese restaurant does a pretty good job with Lo Mein noodles, not quite what the werewolf was eating, but my mind had made the connection.  More importantly, my mind made up what it was I wanted for lunch...a big dish of beef lo mein.  

I did not howl when I ate it, nor was I in London, nor were 8 beats of music playing in the background.