Raúl esparza - Sunday lyrics

[DINER WORKERS (SPOKEN)] Straight back and to the left Pick up those f**ing eggs B...ring! B...ring! Who took my rye bread? Four waters to table seven I'm sorry, we don't deliver on Sunday I need table three for two, yesterday Is there a list? Harrington? Harrington? Kaplan, K-A-P-L-A-N for seven [JON] Order [DINER WORKERS (SPOKEN)] No, I'm sorry, those people were here first We don't have tables for seven Are we in smoking? [JON] Tension [MAN (SPOKEN)] I'll have the salad Nicoise and some honey bread [JON] Balance [WOMAN (SPOKEN)] I said, I wanted an omelet with no yolks That's why you're just a waiter [JON] Brunch Sunday In the blue, silver chromium diner On the green, purple, yellow, red stools Sit the fools Who should eat at home Instead they pay on [ALL] Sunday... [JON] For a cool orange juice or a bagel On the soft, green cylindrical stools Sit the fools Drinking cinnamon coffee Or decaffeinated tea [ALL] Forever... In the blue, silver chromium diner [JON] Drips the green, orange, violet drool [ALL] From the fools [JON] Who'd pay less at home Drinking coffee [ALL] Light And dark [MICHAEL] And cholesterol And bums Bums, bums, bums, bums Bums, bums, bums, bums Bums [ALL] People screaming for their toast In a small SoHo cafe [JON] On an island in [ALL] Two Rivers On an ordinary Sunday Sunday Sunday Sunday! [MICHAEL] Brunch...