Chumbawamba - Compliments of your waitress

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The day drags on and stumbles

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I'm far too tired to smile

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From the kitchen to the tables

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I must've walked a thousand miles

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The man at table number seven

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He's not where he wanted to be

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He's far too tired, or he's just been fired

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So he takes it all out on me Takes it all out on ^Bbme

^BbPretty young couple in the corner With ^Ebmuch too much to ^Bbsay They ^Ebdon't like a thing that I ^Gmbring them And they ^Cmsend it all a^Ebway They ^Bblook in my eyes when I apologise Say they ^Ebwant it all for ^Bbfree They've got the ^Ebguilt of easy ^Gmmoney And they ^Cmtake it all out on ^Ebme ^CmTake it all ^Fout on ^Bbme

The ^Bbdignity of labour It ^Ebnever rang true to ^Bbme ^EbWhere's the pride in the ^Gmnine to five And the ^Cmcrook of the bended ^Ebknee? And a ^Bbman wants my telephone number So ^Ebdrunk he can hardly ^Bbsee And I ^Ebknow in the haze of re^Gmjection That he'll ^Cmtake it all out on ^Ebme ^CmTake it all ^Fout on ^Bbme

So ^Bbtake advice from a girl who knows The ^Ebnext time you com^Bbplain There's a ^Ebhallway from the ^Gmkitchen Where I ^Cmknow I can't be ^Ebseen ^BbThat's where I flavour the food I bring you: Your ^Ebsteaks and your soups and your ^Bbstew ^EbCompliments of your ^Gmwaitress I can ^Cmtake it all out on ^Ebyou ^CmTake it all ^Fout on ^Bbyou