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Intro
Mike sings about paying for bottle service with dimes. I’m bringing Valentine’s Day tacos to a bar. We’ve given our romantic lead every chance to embarrass himself.
I took a bus to Austin and spent a weekend catching up with Mike. We wrote “The Waitress Song” while we were there. The premise was a crush on your waitress—the butterflies when she takes your order, the lines you practice while she’s working.
It became the opening of Act I. Before Jimmy Cicada has a relationship to lose, he has to get somebody’s number.
The names I call out at the end belong to friends who were servers. That part’s real.
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Lyrics
Chunjay, Verse 1:
Just leaning on the bar minding my own (business!)
When she kicked up a cyclone
At the Brass Tap cask pull box (right!)
Just long enough to see she’s my type (see?)
Out of nowhere (nowhere!) came a woman I’d date
She was slinging out snifters, handing out plates
She had a way with words, had a way with pints
Had a way with six ounces poured in flights
She looked so great in her outerwear
And the way she smiled had my mind impaired
She rocked that apron like she just dont care
New Edition Bobby Brown button as her flair
A satin rose, she was so intriguing
Every word flowed smooth like she was singing
Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Rene
Happens all the happy hours round my way
Flatline, Bridge:
Now I’m aware of what you do
Thinkin’ I might take the cue
Few more minutes ’til I work the nerve to get the digits!
Flatline, Chorus:
Hey waitress
I’m feeling butterflies every time
You ask to take this
Order
As I practice my lines
And this could be bliss
We sip on rum and Coke, extra limes
Or we could pop Criss
I pay for bottle service with dimes
Chunjay, Verse 2:
Couldn’t get her off my mind couldn’t get her off my brain
When I slept I dreamt she was a mental hurricane
A little Novocaine to the pain in my heart
With every sip, every line, it was a brand new start
One night I snuck with art & a wink & a nod
I would be the seed and she’d be the pod
Made a love note image in sidewalk chalk
Right there at the pub at the front of the block
Wasn’t trying to stalk just wanted her to see
I’m cute, I’m sweet, I’m Chunjamey
Mmm…she just called in sick
Now my sweet honeybee is a waiter named Rick
Felt kinda ick, I was aiming for the dream
A little she and me—supreme type team
Wouldn’t be a thing if couldn’t scale relations
From tipper to gipper, my entire vexation
Flatline, Bridge 2:
Leaving little notes on cars
Writing songs on my guitars
Clueless those are useless
So my head is stuck among the stars
Now I’m aware of how you do
Thinking if I took the cue
Few more minutes til I work the nerve to text those digits!
Chunjay, Verse 3:
Shimmy shimmy ya shimmy yeah shimmy yay
I brought tacos to the bar on Valentine’s Day
Wanted to make her smile, wanted to make her say,
“This love looks and sounds just like a screenplay”
Quiet on the set! ‘Cause the tacos are here
She washed them down with a pint of beer!
“These are kinda nice, I am impressed.”
I said without thinking: “Let’s be friends and kiss!”
At least I’d like to try, like a chance for this
Hold your hand, buy beers, like a modern princess
Waitress to Ruckette, a few easy steps
Not how you good are, it’s how good you wanna prep
I fall for all the ladies working at the bars
Servers taking orders, counting tips in jars
The only problem is it rarely works out
Just another guy throwing tips and tipping stouts
Flatline, Bridge 3:
Think of swiping left or right
And thinking I might switch to Sprite
Few more minutes til I work the nerve to text those digits!
Chunjay, Outro:
Gina, Julie, Jordan, Marie
I’d like to thank you for the drinks that were free
Cassie, Connie, Brittney, Benni
How bout we rent a Lamborgini
Ashley, Alexis, Erika, Katie
I’d like to buy eacha you a brand new Mercedez
Robin, Rachel, Holly, Denise
Why dont we rock and roll in a Chevy Caprice
Narrator:
There are annual cicadas, which appear every year, and periodical cicadas, such as the ones emerging in the northeast United States, which appear in 13- and 17-year life cycles. Periodical cicadas are only found in eastern North America.
Credits
Music: Flatline
Lyrics and Vocals: Chunjay and Flatline
Narrator: Heath McClure
Album-wide credits
Additional Credits
Production: Flatline, Chunjay
Mixing, Engineering, Co-Production, Mastering, Additional Scratches, Everything but the Kitchen Sink: DJ Sean P at TWLVS in Fort Worth, Texas
Vocal Production/Consultation: Krum
Pre-Mixing: Flatline, Chunjay, Krum, Shedlyn/Chris Felix, Annex, Grizzly Beatz, David Mathewes
Background Vocals: Flatline, DJ Sean P, Chunjay, and Friends
Executive Producer: Chunjay
Lyrics and music copyright 2017 Neopolis Media in partnership with Invisible Library Records. All rights reserved. M. Walker & J. Bennett Artist rights (BMI).
Guest/co-writer FYI: Act I shared credit: Music — Flatline; Lyrics and Vocals — Chunjay and Flatline; Narrator — Heath McClure. These source credits are attribution information, not a lyric-scope blocker; they do not specify legal ownership shares.
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