Hi, I'm your waiter for tonight.
I woke up again this morning, lusting after some pies,
When Mike came over with a Kinder surprise.
A chocolate egg that's always great to share,
And a plastic toy with a gormless stare.
"Stuff your ass full of bread", he said,
"You can eat it on the way."
But it turned mouldy, since it was so oldy, that day.
And I said, "Tell me a good place to go eating in
LA:
I'm feeling hungry.
I've got a passion for some quavers;
The dessert course will be later.
Still, I'm feeling peckish."
And the man in the shop keeps on laughing at us
As we went back in to get some candy, again.
Hankering after cheese-strings,
Sipping on a juice and gin,
Just me: I've no friends.
Feeling kind of woozy,
After being boozey,
Yeah right.
But I ate nothing,
And drank some Sunkist, that day.
And I'll say, "Tell me a good place to go eating
in LA:
For twenty cents."
With my mind on my stomach and my stomach on my mind.
I'd like to eat some secret pastry;
A doughnut would be nicer.
I'll eat ten, quickly.
Yeah, one more time, a tray of mince.
Some men, they wanted frankfurters.
Another man, said they weren't worth the fuss.
You could see them all itching by the bar,
For a plate of Germany's finest wild boar.
And Mike turned to me and said,
"I can no longer fit my pants on.
I came to the conclusion
That I'll go buy new pants next May."
So I ask you, "Where's a good place to go eating
in LA:
I'm feeling hungry.
I've got a passion for some quavers;
The dessert course will be later.
Still, I'm feeling peckish."
LA, LA, L-LA, LA.
LA, LA, L-LA, LA.
LA, LA, L-LA, LA.
So I ask you, "Where's a good place to go eating
in LA:
I'm feeling hungry."
He's a fat, overweight guy.
Yeah, I'm hungry already. | 
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