At the Pub

Call the waitress
I'm already mad
She took my order
And went up the stairs
One hour on the waiting list
And now she's having lunch on my favourite dish
It's been beers since I got in here
I'm not drunk but my vision ain't clear
I'm not stupid and I hold my tricks
And you shouldn't have messed with my fish and chips
So hit up the lawyer he's the crazy innit?
There ain't even such dish in here
You're inna bar not a fancy pub
And If you don't pay I'm gonna call 911
Broken pieces all over the floor
Dear musician can I ask one more
Here's a tip for your master piece
And excuse me man I have to clean this shit



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