The Waitress

Thought I'd moved to Sydney to get a little piece

Of city life they talk about in the 90s

Everyone I meet don't wanna know my name

They wanna know what I do for a living

My songs don't earn me money fill my pockets with cash

Every time I go busking I earn more in hash

And everything I wants getting further out of reach

Like that funky little apartment down on Bondi

See I've been getting cozy with a Kiwi boy

He'd kill me if I said he was sweet as apple pie

He's gonna leave me, gonna hit the road

He's touring with a theater

If you see him say I said hello

He's touring with a theater

All the birthday money that my parents sent

Got spent on my phone bill and paying my rent

Frijole, guacamole, anything you want

I'm working as a waitress in a Mexican restaurant

Working as a waitress

I'm working as a waitress

I'm working as a waitress

Yeah, I've been working as a waitress