Comin' Right Up

One, two, three, hit it, boy
Whoa!
Oh-oh

May I take your order? Bourbon rocks, splash of water
Comin' right up, comin' right up
All alone? Don't be nervous, Bruno's here, baby
I'm at your service
Tending your cup, sit down, belly up

Ask for anything and I'll say, "Yup! Comin' right up"
I'll be right with you
Ooh, need a match?
On the double, sulfur preparation
That's no trouble

Coming right up, I got that coming right up
What's that? Am I free later? Let me put it this way
Does a comet leave a crater?
I'll check my book (check it, baby, check it out)
My, my, what luck (just a good look, good look, baby)
A bottle of our best champagne comin' right up

We toasted everything, that's worth imagining
She told me stories that would melt a stone
I managed to just keep a hold of myself

She blew a little kiss, so shy and sensuous
Then disappeared into the night alone
She left a map on a ten-dollar bill
Underneath her glass in a vodka spill

Oh, midnight, I pushed the buzzer
Guessed right 'cause it was her 99th floor
"Baby, it's Bruno, I'll be right up" (I'll be right up, baby)

Uh-huh! Nice lobby
69, 79, 89
Oh, here we are, 99 (whoa)

I knock, I take a look in high heels, dinner cookin'
"Yes, thank you, make mine a Manhattan bone dry (shake, shake, shake it, baby)
Don't forget that little cherry on top!"
Comin' right, comin' right up, uh!

Coming right up (mm)
This is delicious, you made it yourself, uh?
Mm, yeah (coming right up)
Come here, let me fix that seam on the back of your stocking, baby
Ooh (uh!)



Credits
Writer(s): Brock Patrick Walsh
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