I can cook a little,
it's not a lot to shout about
It's kind of mean cuisine,
so I eat out
Ain't it lonely with the
Greek and the
Czech and the
Italian, the
Indian too
And they all say,
here comes that sad
American man again,
what are we gonna do?
Well, you can put me at the table in the corner in
the back unless you got one in the telephone
book.
I'm here and I'm alone again,
it's sad, but it's the truth.
No I'm not expecting anyone,
is that beyond belief?
Give me the menu, take away the candle,
never mind the aperitif.
They got a couple of couples, a trio and a foursome,
they even got a party of eight.
I'm getting that look,
I wish I'd brought a book of better yet I wish I'd already ate
Oh, don't you know
that's impolite?
What's the matter with
you people?
You're telling jokes and you're holding hands
and you're talking with your mouth full
Well the waiter comes up and he asks me,
how is it sir, is everything alright?
Food's fine, but I feel like a fool,
cause I'm eatin' alone tonight.
Don't say I was here at all,
but all my loved ones think.
I'll take a check, no sweet,
no coffee, no after dinner drink.
I can cook a little,
but it's not a lot to shout about.
Ooh, it's kind of mean cuisine.
So I eat out.
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