The Waitress Song Songtext

von Seth Sentry

There's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
And the toast is always soggy, but I hardly notice
And the food takes such a long time to get made
Even when I'm the only person I the cafe
And my tables always wobbly, but I hardly notice

You're probably thinking why would I even bother eating there
On a daily basis there's heaps of other places on offer
I wont change to another place if the bacon is rubber
And the taste of the cuppa makes you pull faces and splutter
Its the waitress I love her, the way she clears plates with a clutter
Makes my heart race and a flutter I know its crazy to lover her
A lady that's basically just a, stranger with an apron down her brother
I don't need to ask her name and number cause this relationship
Is built on breakfast, I'm waitin' on her just to wait on me

There's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
And the toast is always soggy, but I hardly notice
And the food takes such a long time to get made
Even when I'm the only person I the cafe
And my tables always wobbly, but I hardly notice

She says hi to me bye to me that'll be 5.95 to me
I don't really mind that's alright with me
I just smile and eat sometimes we mightn't speak for like a week
She knows in my quiet times I like to be alone
And write a poem with my headphones
Newspaper bacon fried or poached egg
Slice of toast, a long black,
But the beans are always burnt
And if the cup is dirty she just cleans it with her shirt
I wonder if she's my ideal girl
And what would happen if we dated in the real world
Nah I don't think it would work
I wouldn't wanna risk what we have and have to tip cause of that
Besides, this relationship is built on breakfast
I'm waitin' on her just to wait on me

There's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
And the toast is always soggy, but I hardly notice
And the food takes such a long time to get made
Even when I'm the only person I the cafe
And my tables always wobbly, but I hardly notice

And it don't matter that the bacon I eats cold
And its ok the newspapers are weeks old
But I don't mind no its fine cause she's all
That I'm there for

And it don't matter that the bacon I eats cold
And its ok the newspapers are weeks old
But I don't mind no its fine cause she's all
That I'm there for

There''s a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
And the toast is always soggy, but I hardly notice
And the food takes such a long time to get made
Even when I'm the only person I the cafe
And my tables always wobbly, but I hardly notice