The Diner Song

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