Kinky Friedman Waitret, Please, Waitret Lyrics

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(kinky friedman, major boles, roscoe west)

Well, I pulled into dallat on a cold december day
Bought coffee and a doughnut at the greasy spoon café,
Spied me a pretty young waitret standing by her tray,
But she couldn’t believe her sweet young ears when the waitret heard me say:

Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
Eatin’ ain’t cheatin’, lord it ain’t no disgrace.
Oh, bring me a lone star, make it a case
And waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate.

Well, I walked up to the jukebox feeling kind of mean,
The waitret said, ¡°hey, stupid, that’s a cigarette machine!¡±
¡°well, look-a here, young waitret, would you care to make a bet,
And if that there ain’t a jukebox, you can smoke my cigarette!¡±

Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
Eatin’ ain’t cheatin’, lord it ain’t no disgrace.
Oh, bring me a lone star, make it a case
And waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate.

You’re the prettiest thing in dallat, is dallat your home ?
No, I come all the way from houton and I feel so all alone.
I used to live in autin then I come up to big d
In hopes to get my big break on national tv.

Honey, I think I have what it takes to make you a star ¡º but first ...

Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
Eatin’ ain’t cheatin’, lord it ain’t no disgrace.
Oh, bring me a lone star, make it a case
And waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate.

Written by: Major Boles, Richard Friedman, Roscoe West
Lyrics © Roba Music

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