Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Diner With No 'R'

We ain't got an 'R'

Don't mean we ain't got food
Don't mean we ain't got tuna
Don't mean we ain't got spoons
Don't mean we ain't got lobster sauce

Don't mean we ain't happy
Don't mean we ain't livin'
Don't mean we ain't eatin'
Don't mean we ain't ready
Don't mean we ain't open

Don't mean we don't got parking
Don't mean we don't got stir fry
Don't mean we don't got sushi
Don't mean we don't got pita bread
Don't mean we don't got borscht

Don't mean we dislike foreigners
Don't mean we dislike Buddhists
Don't mean we dislike trapeze artists
Don't mean we dislike tarragon
Don't mean we dislike organic farmers

Don't mean we ain't been reviewed
Don't mean we ain't been robbed
Don't mean we ain't been lucky
Don't mean we ain't been greasy
Don't mean we ain't been focused on our culinary pursuits

Don't mean nothin'
Spellin' and signs
And neons and nickels
And dimes and dimestore hookers
Don't make the burger better

We do that

We're a diner with no 'R'
But there ain't no 'R'
In 'Eat'

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