dormire, a perdere il cellulare, sull'autostrada del sole a farci abbandonare Fare i camerieri a Parigi, a New York, a Belgrado Fare i camerieri a Parigi
pane, nella minestra c'e un pelo che balla, e questa cosa e troppo poca cosa, e gni gni gni gni?. CAMERIERE! che c'e? Cameriere?. Che c'e? GIOVANOTTOOO
dormire, a perdere il cellulare, sull'autostrada del sole a farci abbandonare Fare i camerieri a Parigi, a New York, a Belgrado Fare i camerieri a
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(Hi, may I take your order?) Dwamn! Hey, that's all I'ma say right now I'm at a loss for words, girl, you, girl, gon' take that bow You lookin... boy
Give me all your paper ma Gimme all your jazz Give me something that I need Something I can have Mrs. London's coming round She's coming with her son
Waitress Waitress Waitress I have to clear your table So I wipe it, it's right to keep it clean So I clean, yes, I clean Do you clean? Yes, I clean it
So I want to kill this waitress She's worked here a year longer than I If I did it fast, you know it's an act of kindness But I believe in peace I believe
Come on, come on She was a waitress she looked real tine The little temptress was so divine A symphony of cheap perfume and pretty stale red wine
Fade away, my love Under painful clay Deep in the desert Where no mortal's ever set foot There she is lain With a rose in her mouth and her hand Into
Come on baby leave some change behind She was a bitch, but I don't care She brought our food out on time And wore a funky barrette in her hair Come on
Schöne Maid hast du heut für mich Zeit ho-ja ho-ja ho sag bitte ja dann bin ich nur für dich da oh bitte ho-ja ho-ja ho Schöne Maid
A city full of people and my favorite is that waitress And she treats me like some type of common vagrant I see her everyday, but there's nothing to say
I thought I'd move to Sydney to get a little piece Of the city life they talk about in the 90's. Where everyone I meet don't want to know my name They
Hello, my foul weather friend. These thick sheets of rain seem to have hindered your way again and the winds, I can feel the winds, they've gotten so
Leaving sweet lovely Derry for fair London town, There is no finer harbour all around can be found, Where the children each evening go down to the shore
