1:22 A.M.
Who will laugh at my jokes?
About Captain Franco American
Who will try to come up and bum smokes?
Will I ever see my friends again?
Everyone is ready to up and leave
But let me tell ya, I love my job
I like to roll up my sleeves
And clean up after poor lucky slobs
I have to keep telling myself I�m fine
That I�m going to stick around
Until I�m in a bind
Or there is another job I can say I�ve found
What will I do without Maureen?
Without kitty and Maxaroo
How will I handle customers so obscene?
How will I forget about my uncomfortable shoes?
Hector left the line
He was always ready to go
He was so kind
And so many people may never know
I need people like Vanessa and Ashley
Not the bimbo chicks who can�t think for themselves
And it�s not likely
We will find salvage in someone else
The restaurant is always too hot
I�ll be stuck working every Sunday brunch
I�m going to miss them a lot
I�m going to miss them a bunch
Running my own hot plates
And taking special orders
But I honestly hate
When customers cross the border
I�m not a maid
I�m no one�s mother
These are the things I do to get paid
So leave a good tip my brother
I�m not talkin� don�t eat yellow snow
I�m not talkin� it may rain
Leave a chunk of money to show
That I might have come close to making your day
What will work be like without the do-crew
I really wish they would stay
There is nothing for me to do
I hope tomorrow will bring a better day
I guess I would go out
I could find better use for my time
There was something I just wanted to shout
But I don't think it rhymes!
Kelly T.
