Back in time there was a day, we dressed up and we’d all go
For food and Dine In
Grab the kids and all our friends, to where the salad bar always flowed
For food and Dine In

But ever since this quarantine came into our lives
I can’t sit at a table with a fork and knife
For food and Dine In
For food and Dine In
( We miss the Dine In, We miss the Dine In)

This new norm is a pain and little unorthodox
For food and Dine In
Fine china and tablecloths is now a styrofoam box
For food and Dine In

The term service with a smile may be a thing of the past
Even the Jack-in-the-Box mascot has to wear a mask
For food and Dine In
I miss the Dine In
( We miss the Dine In, We miss the Dine-In)

I never thought I would long, for crowds and loud pagers given out
For food and Dine In
And the guy at the bar, who’s had to much to drink and shouts
For food and Dine In

Call me sentimental in an old fashioned sense
But it’s hard to write off curbside pickup as a business expense
I miss the Dine In
For food and Dine in
( We miss the Dine In, We miss the Dine In)

( We miss the Dine In, We miss the Dine In)
( We miss the Dine In, We miss the Dine In)