More often a novel
What's word's owning is worth fighting for
Whether it be life, love or the pursuit of happiness

Mom's apple-pie
Or even something as basic as sex
And don't go knocking it

That three-letter-word makes a mockery
Of the four-letter-onces that tries to cheapen it
It's a wonderful game for people of all ages

And even for losers it's worth a try
That's good morning and good bye


[Buck 65]
They sit in your section
They think you gentle and nice

You bring glasses of water
With lentils and rice
Old-fashioned outfits

It also appears
Their tips are greater
When you don't wear brassieres

They give you their orders
And watch when you write them
Wishing that you

Could be their menu item
They wanna be breast-fed
The day you get work off

With you in their thoughts
They walk home and then jerk off
You look like a model

So young and intrepid
The regular customers
Are old and decrepit

The food is here rotten
But the service is stellar
I know that I love her

And I wish I could tell her
But they don't know your name
Cause you don't really care

As long as they tip you
And stay in their chair
They swallow their tongues

In a venom, dirty wipers
If you tell them a lie
And changes the dirty diapers