paroles de chanson Compliments of Your Waitress - Chumbawamba
The
day
drags
on
and
stumbles
I'm
far
too
tired
to
smile
From
the
kitchen
to
the
tables
I
must've
walked
a
thousand
miles
The
man
at
table
number
seven
He's
not
where
he
wanted
to
be
He's
far
too
tired,
or
he's
just
been
fired,
So
he
takes
it
all
out
on
me
Takes
it
all
out
on
me
Pretty
young
couple
in
the
corner
With
much
too
much
to
say
They
don't
like
a
thing
that
I
bring
them,
And
they
send
it
all
away
They
look
in
my
eyes
when
I
apologise
Say
they
want
it
all
for
free
They've
got
the
guilt
of
easy
money,
And
they
take
it
all
out
on
me
Take
it
all
out
on
me
The
dignity
of
labour
It
never
rang
true
to
me
Where's
the
pride
in
the
nine
to
five
And
the
crook
of
the
bended
knee?
And
a
man
wants
my
telephone
number
So
drunk
he
can
hardly
see
And
I
know
in
the
haze
of
rejection
That
he'll
take
it
all
out
on
me
Take
it
all
out
on
me
So
take
advice
from
a
girl
who
knows
The
next
time
you
complain
There's
a
hallway
from
the
kitchen
Where
I
know
I
can't
be
seen
That's
where
I
flavour
the
food
I
bring
you:
Your
steaks
and
your
soups
and
your
stew
Compliments
of
your
waitress
I
can
take
it
all
out
on
you
Take
it
all
out
on
you.
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