Sunday Lyrics

DINER PATRONS AND WORKERS:
Straight back and to the left
Pick up those f*cking eggs
B...ring! B...ring!
We're out of milk
Who took my rye bread?
Four waters to table seven
I'm sorry, we don't deliver on Sunday
I need table three for two, yesterday
Is there a list?
Harrington? Harrington?
Kaplan, K-a-p-l-a-n for seven

JONATHAN
Order

DINER PATRONS AND WORKERS:
No, I'm sorry, those people were here first
We don't have tables for seven
Are we in smoking?

JONATHAN
Tension

MAN
I'll have the salad Nicoise and some honey bread

JONATHAN
Balance

WOMAN
I said, I wanted an omelet with no yolks
That's why you're just a waiter

JONATHAN:
Brunch
Sunday
In the blue, silver chromium diner
On the green, purple, yellow, red stools
Sit the fools Who should eat at home
Instead, they pay on

ALL
Sunday

JONATHAN:
For a cool orange juice or a bagel
On the soft, green cylindrical stools
Sit the fools
Drinking cinnamon coffee
Or decaffeinated tea

ALL
Forever
In the blue, silver chromium diner

JONATHAN:
Drips the green, orange, violet drool

ALL
From the fools

JONATHAN:
Who'd pay less at home
Drinking coffee

ALL
Light
And dark

MICHAEL:
And cholesterol
And bums
Bums, bums, bums, bums,
Bums, bums, bums, bums,
Bums,

MAN and WOMAN
People screaming for their toast
In a small, SoHo cafe

JONATHAN:
On an island in

JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
Two Rivers
On an ordinary
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday!

MICHAEL:
Brunch!

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