Compliments of Your Waitress Lyrics

Song	Compliments of Your Waitress
Artist	Chumbawamba
Album	The Boy Bands Have Won
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	作曲 : 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.

	zuo qu : 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.

	zuò qǔ : 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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