Pretty self-explanatory punk rock ditty...

Lyrics

THE WAITRESS SONG
© Heather Larkin
LarkMuse Publishing, ASCAP

I’m not your waitress!
So, you can take those menus
Put ‘em where the sun don’t shine
Because I don’t care if you want red or white wine

I’m not your waitress anymore
I’m not your waitress anymore
I’m not your waitress anymore
I’m not your waitress anymore

Sunday brunches: screaming kids
French toast, waffles, bloody marys
And let’s not forget THE COFFEE…..
“…You know, I need to have some coffee right away…
….can I have some coffee….and honey, can you make it half decaf?”

(Chorus)

Nights when the smoke is so thick
I can’t see the door
And the music is blaring, I can’t hear you order
And I’m sorry that you had a bad day
But that does not mean that you get to come here and
Treat me any old shitty way

(Chorus - - out)