Carolyn Wonderland - From A Waffle Booth Six lyrics

On the sly you're wondering why A cheap diner's where you'll find me Liquored up in my coffee cup Running from the tie that binds me Well, I ain't got nothing to lose Got myself even less to prove So honey, watch your mouth when you talk to me You're messing with the wrong girl can't you see? I'm gonna give you til the count of three... Are you looking for trouble? Don't mess with me Local punks and yokel drunks Are sneaking outside to drink beer A cat in a hat throwing food in a vat Nobody wants to be here In walks that drunken man Got a tall boy in his hand There sits a cop with a gun in his lap Thinking out loud I'm such a sap I'm running to the van, y'all, to take a nap Ain't about to deal with no more of this crap A waffle house quiet as a mouse Cause it's right about three thirty Waitress there got no teeth or hair The plates, they're kind of dirty She don't care if it takes all night Gonna get that order right Scattered, smothered, covered, bluddered, s#*@ upon