my stomach's..

my stomach's rumbling,
i need a snack,
do i see twiglets,
nope, empty pack,
so i head to the cafe,
with my wallet in my hand,
so i step through the open door,
but it smells of smoke and...

it's pretty full,
it's pretty full,
it's pretty full of dudes,
across the place,
i can't find a space,
but i know what i will do,
find a seat and order food,

a bin i spy,
it's swarming with flies,
i see a seat near the guys playing the slot machine,
and i hope i don't get muggged by that sweaty guy,
oh, i see a table,
which i shall now describe,

it's like a mule,
it's like a mule,
does that sound odd to you?,
well, what i meant is,
it's got four legs,
hey, the salt shakers are blue,
sitting in this 'greasy spoon'.

la la la la
la la la la
la la la la
laaaaaa...

i need some food,
i want some food,
but you know that don't you?..

but the waitress leans down,
with a snarl on her face,
saying 'sorry love, i can't serve you',
'we shut down when you came through' ,
but please leave a tip won't you...