Singing about food (but not) at eight

On Thursday, we ate ourselves stupid
Today, some folks went shopping
Tonight's collection of old jazz
Should help get the club hopping

You can't say we don't love you, at eight

It's hard to believe there are debates
It happened six decades ago
And yet there are still
People who will
Say the events are not what we know

But at least we saved the daylight, right? at eight

Standard or daylight saving
It's all a lot of bunk
And getting out of work at night
Has put me in a funk