Music: Matthew Siew
Lyrics: Leonard Sam
The mee pok’s legendary
People queue for miles to go
Prata, oh, so crispy
Well, it must be in the dough
Whether steamed or fried
It could be soup or dry
You like it hot or cold
It don’t matter
Cause it’s all in one big bowl
We got it all at 220
No matter where you go
You will always be our 220
We want the world to know
So if you’re feeling hungry
You know just where to go
If you’re worn and weary
Or you need a hand to hold
Come over day or night
It’s gonna be alright
You could be young or old
You’ll always find
A friend at 220
We got it all at 220
No matter where you go
You will always be our 220
We want the world to know