Lyrics

I'm here to eat
I take a seat
How long must I wait for a plate of food
I've been here for
Twenty minutes
I'll take some breadsticks or a cup of soup
This is gettin’ old

The food is coming or so I’m told
Now my rage is growing uncontrolled
I’ve got my eye out for a plate of food
I paid good money for my plate of food

Bet it's getting cold

lyrics: Robert Szkolnicki, Winnipeg, Manitoba
vocals: Steve Lipton, Springfield, VA