You can order what you want for us
I drink all kinds of cola
I'm fond of fried potatoes
Greens and beans frijola
You can play the songs of yesteryear
Quarters in the slots
Flirt the room from dusk to noon
And rush the polka dots
I don't care
The noisy air
The drunken sotted
Atmosphere
All I want
And it's the truth!
I have to have you
In a booth
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