The Waifs: "The Waitress" Lyrics

I thought I’d move to Sydney to get a little piece 

Of the city life they talk about in the 90’s.

Where everyone I meet don’t want to know my name

They want to know what I do for a living



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

Every time I go busking I make more in hash

Everything I want is getting further out of reach

Like that funky little apartment down on bondi



I’ve been getting cozy with a kiwi boy

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

He’s going to leave me and hit the road

He’s touring with the theater – if you see him say I said hello

All the birthday money my parents sent

Was spent on the phonebill and paying the rent

Frijole, guacamole anything you want

I’m working as a waitress in a mexican restaurant