I love to dine in restaurants of fame.
No matter where I travel they're the same.
The servers introduce themselves by name
and always make me happy that I came.
Although the food is never what they claim
I tell the cook I'm sure he's not to blame.
My churning gut is difficult to tame.
The restroom's out of order, what a shame.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 8:50 PM UTC
I love to dine in restaurants of fame.
No matter where I travel they're the same.
The servers introduce themselves by name
and always make me happy that I came.
Although the food is never what they claim
I tell the cook I'm sure he's not to blame.
My churning gut is difficult to tame.
The restroom's out of order, what a shame.