The Waitress

I thought I'd move to Sydney

To get a little piece

Of the city life they talk about

In the 90's.

Where everyone I meet

Don't want to know my name

They want to know what I do for a living

My songs don't earn me money

Or fill my pockets with cash

Every time I go busking

I make more in hash

Everything I want is getting

Further out of reach

Like that funky little apartment

Down on Bondi

I've been getting cozy with a Kiwi boy

He'd kill me if I said

He was sweet as apple pie

He's going to leave me and hit the road

He's touring with the theater

If you see him say I said hello

All the birthday money my parents sent

Was spent on the phonebill and paying the rent

Frijole, guacamole anything you want

I'm working as a waitress

In a Mexican restaurant