paroles de chanson Sunday - Raúl Esparza

DINER PATRONS AND WORKERS
Straight back and to the left
Pick up those fcking eggs
B... ring! B... ring!
We're out of milk
Who took my rye bread?
Four waters to table seven
I'm sorry, we don't deliver on Sunday
I need table three for two, yesterday
Is there a list?
Harrington? Harrington?
Kaplan, K-a-p-l-a-n for seven

JONATHAN
Order

DINER PATRONS AND WORKERS
No, I'm sorry, those people were here first
We don't have tables for seven
Are we in smoking?

JONATHAN
Tension

MAN
I'll have the salad Nicoise and some honey bread

JONATHAN
Balance

WOMAN
I said, I wanted an omelet with no yolks
That's why you're just a waiter

JONATHAN
Brunch
Sunday
In the blue, silver chromium diner
On the green, purple, yellow, red stools
Sit the fools
Who should eat at home
Instead, they pay on

ALL
Sunday

JONATHAN
For a cool orange juice or a bagel
On the soft, green cylindrical stools
Sit the fools
Drinking cinnamon coffee
Or decaffeinated tea

ALL
Forever
In the blue, silver chromium diner

JONATHAN
Drips the green, orange, violet drool

ALL
From the fools

JONATHAN
Who'd pay less at home
Drinking coffee

ALL
Light
And dark

MICHAEL
And cholesterol
And bums
Bums, bums, bums, bums
Bums, bums, bums, bums
Bums

MAN and WOMAN
People screaming for their toast
In a small, SoHo cafe

JONATHAN
On an island in

JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN
Two Rivers
On an ordinary
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday!

MICHAEL
Brunch!