| You might have seen one out in Minnesota
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| Or maybe down by the sea in Sarasota
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| But they were made back in Worcester Mass
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| Of aluminum, bakelite and glass
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| Like a locomotive they were streamlined
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| And the blue prints were drawn up from a dream of mine
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| Slap 'em up put 'em on the train
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| Out to Michigan up to Maine
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| You may find a diner down in Georgia or Carolina off the twenty by the piggly wiggly
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| In the country out of Waynesboro
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| Or when it’s getting late and rainy out in New York State
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| You hang a louie off the thru-way
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| And you go and grab yourself a cheeseburger
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| At the little gem diner off six-niner
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| Diner my shiny, shiny love
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| In the night you’re all I’m thinking of Diner my shiny, shiny love
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| The cruiser pulls in where the trooper’s always stop
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| As we dine over the chrome and formica table top
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| The cashier she always squints
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| By the gum and the bowl of mints
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| She’s tapping her toe
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| To the Dean Martin on the consolette
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| Booth service and a cigarette we’re loving it so Side of fries, a dollar
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| Or the haddock plate, two ninety five
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| A rootbeer float a pepsi
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| And be sure to save some room for some apple pie
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| Better make it a-la-mode
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| Chorus
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| Dean Martin god rest his soul
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| Talkin' to me from the cereal bowl
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| There’s a couple from the show me state
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| Knockin' back a little meatloaf plate
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| Diner my shiny, shiny love
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| Diner my shiny, shiny love
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| Diner my shiny, shiny, shiny love
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| Chicken and biscuits
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| With a side of gravy
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| Peach cobbler |