The Diner Song Testo

There's so much life going on at the diner cross the street
Three dozen eggs piled up waiting to be beat
Coffee blackwhiskey downsplit pea soup--no rocks
And I know all the lingo cause I go there a lot
I wish I had me a real job like waiting tables
No more vans and travelling bands, I need something stable
I wish I had me a real job at the diner across the street
Where I could meet a late night girl who doesn't eat meat
I get so sick of whiskey swilling chicks at all the clubs
But I take them out after the show all scrambled up
They're all impressedthink i'm a stari know the waiters by name
But in my mind I've cleaned the plates and pumped a lot of pain
I wish i had me a real job like waiting tables
No more bands and travelling, man, I want something stable
I wish I had me a real job at the diner across the street
Maybe I'd meet a late night girl who likes me