Oh waiter bring me my check soon
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I have a hectic schedule
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I'm saddened by the news that we won
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I wonder what I'd say to the bomb
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Where are you now
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Where are you going
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Do you mind
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And do you care
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That you will die
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Do you despair
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And do you allow
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For what you are choking
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Do you know
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Just what you do
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The fickle snow
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It's cuz of you
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[chorus]
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Waiter
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I need my change I need it now sooner not
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Later
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It may seem strange but have you seen the paper
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Maybe it's victory
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Maybe it's history
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Maybe it's you
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The scuds drop down like butterflies
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They're loved and round and very wise
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They're just like you and me
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As they tend
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Their incandescent need for a friend
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Where are they now
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Where are they headed
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Do they see
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The little ones
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And do they flee
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Or do they run
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And do they feel proud
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As they are embedded
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Do they ask
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Or do they tell
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To mask the fact
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They're going to hell
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[chorus]
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Waiter
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I need my change I need it now sooner not
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Later
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It may seem strange but have you seen the paper
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Maybe it's erotic
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Maybe it's despotic
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Maybe it's you
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Waiter
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I need my change I need it now sooner not
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Later
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It may seem strange but have you seen the paper
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Maybe it's victory
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Maybe it's history
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Maybe it's you
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Nothin could be finer than to be in Carolina in the mornin
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Waiter
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Nellie McKay |