Fried eggs over-easy,
Long stretch of work days.
Strain a smile for good measure
Or coins cast aside.
Well, I avoid working weekends
And the cook's wandering hands.
But one or the other sneaks up on me
Gets me from behind.

Scrape the plates, order's up.
Dirty ashtrays, coffee cups.
A bleached out apron and free grub,
Set aside a plate for the bums.
Well, there's no interesting detail
‘Bout my day that I can reveal.
I'm smarter than this job demands
And it's taking up all my time.

I count the cash. I wipe the table.
Write up the daily special.
Soup of the day, try soup of the week.
Round here it's all second grade fresh.
Ask the kitchen hand if just once
He'd mop the floor, sweep up the crumbs.
See I got a wink from table six
And a free drink when I'm off.

Ring the bell, stab the bill on the spike.
Curse the dishwasher's name with a venomous spite.
The son of a bitch he called in sick
For the second time this week.
Pay-outs over time, Xs and Zs.
Extra shift to make the rent.
Countdown hours and watch the clock.
Slam the door and key the lock.

Put a pen to the crossword
When the regulars have been served.
I run out for a cigarette
Soon as I can buy the time.
And the owner, well that's a tough one.
I'm sure he's an alright guy.
His wife seems sweet with two kids to feed,
But that's not what's on my mind.

I'm busted out flat broken.
I've taken to smoking.
And it's a lucky draw the cook's a generous sod
Cause I can't afford my own.
And it pains me to imagine
These could be my best years yet.
Cause I'd hazard to bet
Like your dollars and cents
They're really just misspent.
Oh, I'd hazard to bet
Like your dollars and cents
They're really, oh, just misspent.

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