| Seven o’clock in the evening
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| Watchin somethin' stupid on TV
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| I’m zoned out on the sofa
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| When my wife comes in the room and sees me
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| She says, «Is this
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| Behind the Music
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| with Lynyrd Skynyrd?»
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| And I say, «I don’t know
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| Say, «It's gettin' late, what you wanna do for dinner?»
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| She says, «I kinda had a big lunch
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| So I’m not super hungry.»
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| I said, «Well, you know, baby, I’m not starvin' either
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| But I could eat.»
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| She said, «So what do you have in mind?»
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| I said, «I don’t know. |
| What about you?»
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| She said, «I don’t care … if you’re hungry, let’s eat.»
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| I said, «That's what we’re gonna do!
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| But first you gotta tell me
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| What it is you’re hungry for!»
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| And she says, «Let me think…
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| What’s left in our refrigerator?»
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| I said, «Well, there’s tuna, I know.»
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| She said, «That went bad a week ago!»
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| I said, «Is the chili okay?»
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| She said, «You finished that yesterday!»
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| I hopped up and said
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| «I don’t know; |
| do you want to get something delivered?»
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| She’s like, «Why would I want to eat liver?
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| I don’t even like liver!»
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| I’m like, «No, I said 'delivered.'»
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| She’s like, «I heard you say 'liver'!»
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| I’m like, «I should know what I said…»
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| She’s like, «Whatever! |
| I just don’t want any liver!»
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| Well, I was gonna say something
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| But my cell phone started to ring
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| Now who could be callin' me?
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| Well I checked my caller ID
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| It was just cousin Larry
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| Callin' for the third time today…
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| My wife said, «Let it go to voicemail.»
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| I said, «Okay.»
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| «Where were we? |
| Oh, dinner, right!
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| So what d’ya want to do?»
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| She said, «Why don’t you whip up somethin' in the kitchen?»
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| «Yeah,» I said, «why don’t you?»
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| And then she said «Baby, can’t we just go out to dinner, please?»
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| I say, «No»
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| She says, «Yes»
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| I say, «No»
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| She says, «Yes»
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| I say, «No»
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| She says, «Yes…
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| Oh, here’s your keys»
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| I step a little bit closer
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| Say, «Okay, where ya want to go?»
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| She says, «How about The Ivy?»
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| I said, «Yeah, well, I don’t know…
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| I don’t feel like gettin all dressed up
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| And eatin' expensive food»
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| She’s says, «Olive Garden?»
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| I say, «Nah, I’m not in the mood…
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| And Burrito King would make me gassy
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| There’s no doubt»
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| She says, «Just forget about it»
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| I said, «No, I swear I’m gonna take you out!»
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| Then I get an idea
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| I say, «I know what we’ll do!»
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| She says, «What?»
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| I say, «Guess!»
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| She says «What?»
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| I say, «We're goin' to the drive-thru!»
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| So we head out the front door
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| Open the garage door
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| Then I open the car doors
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| And we get in those car doors
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| Put my key in the ignition
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| And then I turn it sideways
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| Then we fasten our seat belts
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| As we pull out the driveway
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| Then we drive to the drive-thru
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| Heading off to the drive-thru
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| We’re approaching the drive-thru
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| Getting close to the drive-thru!
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| Almost there at the drive-thru
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| Now we’re here at the drive thru
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| Here in line at the drive-thru
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| Did I mention the drive-thru?
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| Well, here we are
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| In the drive-thru line, me and her
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| Cars in front of us, cars in back of us
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| All just waiting to order
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| There’s some idiot in a Volvo
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| With his brights on behind me
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| I lean out the window and scream
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| «Hey! |
| What you trying to do, blind me?»
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| My wife says «Maybe we should park…
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| We could just go eat inside.»
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| I said, «I'm wearin' bunny slippers
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| So I ain’t leavin' this ride…»
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| Now a woman on a speaker box
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| Is sayin', «Can I take your order, please?»
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| I said, «Yes indeed, you certainly can
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| We’d like two hamburgers with onions and cheese.»
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| Then my wife says «Baby, hold on—I've changed my mind!
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| I think I’m gonna have a chicken sandwich instead this time»
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| I said, «You always get a cheeseburger!»
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| She says, «That's not what I’m hungry for.»
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| I put my head in my hands and scream
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| «I don’t know who you are anymore!»
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| The voice on the speaker says
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| «I don’t have all day!»
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| I said, «Then take our order
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| And we’ll be on our way!
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| I wanna get a chicken sandwich
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| And I want a cheeseburger, too»
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| She’s like, «You want onions on that?»
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| I’m like, «Yeah, I already said that I do…
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| Plus we need curly fries
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| And don’t you dare forget it!
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| And two medium root beers
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| No, just one—we'll split it.»
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| Then I said «I'm guessin' that
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| You’re probably not too bright…
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| So read me back my order
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| Let’s make sure you got it right.» |
| She says «One—you want a chicken sandwich
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| Two—you want a cheeseburger
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| Three—curly fries, and a large root beer»
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| «Stop! |
| Don’t go no further!»
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| «I never ordered a large root beer
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| I said medium, not large!»
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| Then she says «We're havin' a special
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| supersized
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| you at no charge."
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| «Oh.» |
| And that’s all
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| I could say, was «Oh.»
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| And she says «Now there is somethin' else
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| That I really think you should know
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| You can have unlimited refills
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| For just a quarter more…»
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| I say «Great, except we’re in the drive-thru…
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| So what would I want that for?»
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| Then she says «Wait a minute
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| Your voice sounds so familiar … hey, is this Paul?
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| And my wife is all like «No, that ain’t Paul
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| Now tell me, who’s this Paul?»
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| She says «Oh, he’s just some guy
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| Who goes to school with me
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| I sat behind him last year
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| And I copied off of him in Geometry»
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| I said, «I know a guy named Paul
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| He used to be my plumber
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| He was prematurely bald
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| And he moved to Pittsburgh last summer
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| He also had bladder problems
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| And a really bad infection on his toe.»
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| And she says, «Mister, please, you can stop right there
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| That’s way more than I needed to know!»
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| And then we both were quiet
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| And things got real intense
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| Then she says «Next window, please
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| That’ll be five dollars and eighty two cents!»
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| So we inched ahead in line
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| Movin' painfully slow
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| I got a little bored
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| So I turned on the radio…
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| Click, turned it off
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| Because my wife was getting a headache
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| So we both just sat there quietly for her sake
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| Then I looked at her
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| And she looked back at me
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| And I said «Um
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| I think you have somethin' in your teeth.»
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| She turned away from me
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| And then turned back and said «Did I get it?»
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| I said «Yeah. |
| Well, I mean, most of it…
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| But hey, ya know, don’t sweat it.»
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| Then she said «How about now?»
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| I said «Yeah, almost
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| There’s still a little bit there, but don’t worry
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| It’s probably just a piece of toast.»
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| Now we’re at the pay window
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| Or whatever you call it
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| Put my hand in my pocket
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| I can’t believe there’s no wallet!
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| And the lady at the window’s like
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| «Well, well, well, that’ll be five eighty-two»
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| I turn around to my wife and say
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| «How much have you got on you?»
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| She just rolls her eyes and says
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| «I'll pay for this, I guess»
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| So she reaches into her purse
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| And busts out the American Express
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| I hand it to the lady
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| And she says «Oh, dear
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| It’s gotta be cash only
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| We don’t take credit cards here»
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| I took back the card and said
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| «Gee, really? |
| Well, that sucks»
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| And that’s when I found out
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| My wife was only carryin' three bucks
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| I said, «I thought you were gonna hit the ATM today»
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| She says, «I never got around to it, so where’s your wallet anyway?»
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| And I said, «Never mind
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| Just help me to find some change…»
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| Now the lady at the window
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| Is lookin' at me kind of strange…
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| And she says, «Mister, please
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| We gotta move this line along»
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| I said, «Now, hold your stinkin' horses, lady!
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| We won’t be long»
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| So I looked around inside the glove-box
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| And checked the mat beneath my feet
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| I found a nickel in an ashtray
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| And a couple pennies and a dime in the space between the seats
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| Before long I had a little pile
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| Of coins of every sort
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| The lady counts it up and says
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| «You're still about a dollar short»
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| And now my woman’s got this weird look
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| Frozen on her face
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| She screams,
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| «You know
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| I wasn’t even really hungry in the first place!»
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| And so I turned around
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| To the cashier again
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| I shrugged and said, «Okay
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| Forget the chicken sandwich then»
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| So I pick up my change
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| Pick up my receipt
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| And I drive to the pickup window
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| Man, I just can’t wait to eat
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| And now we see this acne-ridden
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| Kid about sixteen
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| Wearin' a dorky nametag that says
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| «Hello, my name is Eugene»
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| And he hands me a paper bag
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| I look him in the eyes
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| And I say to him, «Hey, Eugene
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| Could I get some ketchup for my fries?»
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| Well, he looks at me
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| And I look at him
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| And he looks at me
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| And I look at him
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| And he looks at me
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| And I look at him
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| And he says, «I'm sorry!
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| What did you want again?»
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| I say «Ketchup!»
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| And he says,
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| «Oh, yeah, that’s right…
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| I just spaced out there for a second
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| I’m really kind of burnt tonight.»
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| And then he hands me the ketchup
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| And now we’re finally drivin' away |
| And the food is drivin' me mad
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| With its intoxicating bouquet
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| I’m starvin' to death
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| By the time we pull up at the traffic light
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| I say «Baby, gimme that burger
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| I just gotta have a bite!»
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| So she reaches in the bag
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| And pulls out the burger
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| And she hands me the burger
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| And I pick up the burger
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| And then I unwrap the paper
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| I bite into those buns
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| And I just can’t believe it
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| They forgot the onions! |