Oh waiter bring me my check soon I have a hectic schedule I'm saddened by the news that we won I wonder what I'd say to the bomb
Where are you now Where are you going Do you mind And do you care That you will die Do you despair And do you allow For what you are choking Do you know Just what you do The fickle snow It's ‘cause of you
Waiter I need my change I need it now sooner not Later It may seem strange but have you seen the paper Maybe it's victory Maybe it's history Maybe it's you
The scuds drop down like butterflies They're loved and round and very wise They're just like you and me As they tend Their incandescent need for a friend
Where are they now Where are they headed Do they see The little ones And do they flee Or do they run And do they feel proud As they are embedded Do they ask Or do they tell To mask the fact They're going to hell
Waiter I need my change I need it now sooner not Later It may seem strange but have you seen the paper Maybe it's erotic Maybe it's despotic Maybe it's you
Waiter I need my change I need it now sooner not Later It may seem strange but have you seen the paper Maybe it's victory Maybe it's history Maybe it's you Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning