Waitress lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Popes
Album: Holloway Boulevard

Lyrics

As I drove out toward dublin
On a warm september day
I stopped for a cold beer
At a smokey pub in bray
I spied a pretty waitress, standing with a tray
She could not believe her ears, when she heard me say

Waitress, oh waitress, come sit on my face
Eating ain't cheating, it's no disgrace
Bring me a cold beer, make it a case
Waitress, oh waitress, sit on my face

Walked over to the jukebox, I was feeling kind of mean
The waittress said "hey stupid, that's a cigarette machine"
I turned to the waitress, who was standing by the bar
"If that ain't a jukebox honey you can smoke my cigar."

Waitress, oh waitress, come sit on my face
Eating ain't cheating, it's no disgrace
Bring me a cold beer, make it a case
Waitress, oh waitress, sit on my face

Yes I come from wicklow, wicklow is my home
And I'm on my way to dublin and I'm feeling so alone
I got me a job playing guitar, I play a bit on tv
Put down your tray, get your pay, come sing along with me
All aboard, this face leaves in 5 minutes

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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