The Ziggens - Waitress/Outside

There's something about a waitress
Something about a waitress
Something about a waitress
That turns me on

There's something about a waitress
Something about a waitress
Something about a waitress
That turns me on

She brings a booster seat to my son
Keeps a pencil behind her bun
And she says
"how do you like your eggs?"

She keeps a pencil behind her bun
And sometimes she calls me 'hon'
And she says "how do you like your eggs?"

There's something about a waitress
Somеthing about a waitress
Something about a waitress
That turns mе on

Say polyester (polyester!)
Brown and gold (brown and gold!)
Now say courtney love (courtney love!)
Just because (just because!)
She's courtney love
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Say polyester (polyester!)
Brown and gold (brown and gold!)
Now say courtney love (courtney love!)
Just because (just because!)
She's courtney love
I look a lot like jim morrison. a lot of people tell me that all the time. "hey, he looks like jim morrison!" "thanks a lot"
Father? yes, son
Father? yes, son
Can i borrow your, uh, golf clubs?
Uh, no. hell no!
Mother? yes, son
Mother has left the building about an hour and a half ago. oh there is she. that's my darling wife and my darling mother right over there. the two greatest women since eve and...i don't know
I want furball
Brothers? yes. uh, i'm gonna lay some carpet and i need a couple guys to get on all fours and really staple them in. the answer's yes. do you have the gumption? every single thing in my house that needs fixing my wife fixes. i give her a lot of encouragement and i give her a lot of good lovin' later on. she was miss black and decker last year and i gave her three of the greatest minutes of her life
Sister? yes
You ain't nothin but a waitress in the sky
You ain't nothin but a waitress in the sky
You ain't nothin but a waitress in the sky
You ain't nothin but a waitress in the sky
There's something about a waitress
Something about a waitress
Something about a waitress
Turns me on!

Well, we get on our boards and we paddle out
And we're talking surfer talk 'cuz it's got lots of clout with the long beach chicks
Well we watched ed platt get a bitchin' ride
And then another numb surfer yelled outside!
Outside!

Well, my ma she looks like a piece of leather
It's not her fault, it's because of the weather
Well she smoked and she smoked and she smoked smoked smoked!
And when she gets real mad she yells outside!
Outside!
This is not a song about being true to your school
This is not a song about surfers rule
This is not a song about one less egg to fry
This is just a tune about outside!

Cheap trick says goodnight!