It was five o' clock on a Saturday night
When I had a craving for something to eat.
So I called a friend, explained my hankering,
And we met at a diner by Grummy Street.
It was dinner time, the place was hopping.
We chose to wait 'cause the growling wasn't stopping
When the waitress called us, 'This way, boys,'�
We followed her like kids who were getting new toys.
We sat at a table that was by the green walls
And ordered some drinks when she gave us our straws.
I watched another table with a really big man,
And realized that I wanted some cakes in a pan.
I asked the waitress if it was too late for pancakes
'Eating those for dinner is a terrible mistake.'�
'Yeah right,'� I screamed at the girl slash whore.
It was a little bit later that I whizzed out the door.
What did I learn on this Saturday night?
That several people just don't like to fight.
What else did I learn as I was stuck on the floor,
That this diner doesn't serve breakfast
Any more after four.

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