Bad Day

Bad Day
I hate you from the moment you walk in
You smell like old mothballs and gin
\"How are you kind folks? please have a seat
While I try to ignore the pain in my feet\"
And I hate the smell of perfume
I hope this day ends really soon

And I've got to get out of here
I've got to find a way to get out of here
Why bother to ask for the fat-free cheese?
You look like you eat as much as you please
Don't ask me if I've tried the veal
Honestly I'd rather suck a banana peel
And I hate the smell of this place
And that smug look on your face
And I've got to get out of here
I've got to find a way to get out of here
And I can see your eggs are runny
I didn't cook them, you big stupid dummy!
Don't patronize me, honey!
All I need (all I want) is your money
Why do you people make me so mad?
It's probably because you tip so bad
I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood
I'll feel better after I spit in your food
And I hate the smell of your smoke
But I'd rather do this than go broke
And I've got to get out of here
I've got to find a way to get out of here