In the heart of Riverside
There's a little place
It's just the local hangout
Called the Corner Cafe
Guess its been there forever
And everybody knows
For the best food and best service
It's the only place to go
There's lots of pretty waitresses
They all get oohs and aahs
Jessie, he's the manager
With the big hoo-hah
My wife Cassandra works there
And I wait 'til she gets off
I sit and I watch everything
A fly there on the wall
Cassie's palms are itchin'
Maybe money's on the way
I really hope it gets here soon
'Cause we got bills to pay
She scoops a side of cole slaw
She grabs a monkey bowl
Table twenty-seven
Needs another load of rolls
Don't forget their iced tea
Unsweetened I believe
Oh, I forgot to tell you
There's complaints on table three
They say their eggs are runny
And they say their coffees cold
And those grits you tried to serve them
Taste like they're three days old
Some trucker in the back booth
Is hollerin' for some pie
He thinks if he don't get it soon
He's surely gonna die
Some snooty old church women
Left a thirty-eight cent tip
And the brand-new rookie waitress
Sat in something someone spilt
Just like Rodney Dangerfield
They don't get no respect
They all work like borrowed mules
And they don't pay 'em heck
One thing is for certain
They never are alone
They're all just like pound puppies
Scratchin' for a bone
It's gettin' late and windin' down
They're starting their side chores
Filling salt and pepper shakers
As they sweep and mop the floor
Cleaning up the bathroom
And wiping down the stalls
I hope that that's just gravy
Smeared there on the bathroom wall
They all sit at the counter
And they roll their silverware
They fill a couple buckets
And ain't even halfway there
There's bitchin' and there's moaning
And backstabbin' left and right
The girls that work on days
Don't like the ones who work on nights
So pour me some more coffee
Fetch a cookie if you can
I sure could use some honey rolls
'Cause I'm a hungry man
The night is nearly over
And they all ride the clock
Until the final minute
For just two bucks a pop
She bags up some left-overs
Grabs some gravy 'fore it's gone
She clocks out and says goodnight
We take our supper home
In the heart of Riverside
There's a little place
It's just the local hangout
Called the Corner Cafe
Hope she don't work there forever
Don't think that she could last that long
Maybe I'll get rich and famous
For selling this here song



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