Waitress, fill it up there, will ya
I don’t need no room for cream.
For my life is rough and bitter
And I got no time to dream.
You see my future’s grim and black
Like the contents of this cup
With no sugar and no sunshine
No desire to drink it up
Life is just a bad addiction
There’s just so much I can take
With the deadlines and the pressure
Can’t a fellow get a break?
Waitress, take away the dishes
For I’ve lost my appetite
Take the sausage, take the pancakes
Get it all out of my sight
‘Cause I have this empty feeling
That this food cannot fill up
Though I would appreciate it
If you’d top off this here cup
See my soul is cold and empty
Like someone has drunk it dry
The woman that I dearly love
Thinks she loves another guy.
Waitress, can I have the check please
So that I can pay and leave
There’s things that I would rather do
Than sit on this stool and grieve
I guess that I should get a grip
Grab my things and move along
I suppose the world gets tired
When I sing this tired song
But before I go I beg you
Please to bring back that carafe
I’ve got to start my life anew
Better make that one decaf