(Kinky Friedman, Major Boles, Roscoe West)
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Well, I pulled into Dallat on a cold December day
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Bought coffee and a doughnut at the Greasy Spoon Cafe,
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Spied me a pretty young waitret standing by her tray,
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But she couldn’t believe her sweet young ears when the waitret heard me say:
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Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
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Eatin’ ain’t cheatin’, Lord it ain’t no disgrace.
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Oh, bring me a Lone Star, make it a case
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And waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate.
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Well, I walked up to the jukebox feeling kind of mean,
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The waitret said, “Hey, stupid, that's a cigarette machine!”
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“Well, look-a here, young waitret, would you care to make a bet,
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And if that there ain’t a jukebox, you can smoke my cigarette!”
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Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
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Eatin’ ain’t cheatin’, Lord it ain’t no disgrace.
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Oh, bring me a Lone Star, make it a case
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And waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate.
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You’re the prettiest thing in Dallat, is Dallat your home ?
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No, I come all the way from Houton and I feel so all alone.
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I used to live in Autin then I come up to big D
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In hopes to get my big break on national TV.
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Honey, I think I have what it takes to make you a star ? but first ...
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Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
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Eatin’ ain’t cheatin’, Lord it ain’t no disgrace.
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Oh, bring me a Lone Star, make it a case
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And waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate.
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Waitret, Please, Waitret
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| Kinky Friedman |
