Oh, waiter bring me my check soon
I have a hectic schedule
I'm saddened by the news that we won
I wonder what I'd say to the bombWhere are you now, where are you going?
Do you mind and do you care that you will die?
Do you despair and do you allow
For what you are choking?Do you know
Just what you do?
The fickle snow
It's 'cuz of youWaiter, I need my change, I need it now sooner not later
It may seem strange but have you seen the paper?
Maybe it's victory, maybe it's history
Maybe it's youThe scuds drop down like butterflies
They're loved and 'round and very wise
They're just like you and me as they tend
Their incandescent need for a friendWhere are they now, where are they headed?
Do they see the little ones
And do they flee or do they run?
And do they feel proud as they are embedded?Do they ask
Or do they tell
To mask the fact
They're going to hellWaiter, I need my change, I need it now sooner not later
It may seem strange but have you seen the paper
Maybe it's erotic, maybe it's despotic
Maybe it's youWaiter, I need my change, I need it now sooner not later
It may seem strange but have you seen the paper
Maybe it's victory, maybe it's history
Maybe it's youNothin' could be finer than to be in Carolina in the mornin'
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