There’s this waitress at the truckstop and she’s really coolshe spits in meals and tops each glass with extra droolthey tell her that her tiny skirt is driving them insaneand that she herself is to blamethey burp the alfabet and order her aboutthey tell eachother they’ll have her without any doubtbut she winks at me and tells me that i’m the one who mighttake her home tonightslow down – speed upslow down – speed upwe’re having fun at the truckstopGet out, get out now, and never come back again (2x)well you want me for your meal, i’ll tell you what’s the deali’ll serve you something good in addition to your soupget out, get out now, run towards the lightI woke up this morning lying in her bedshe made me the biggest breakfast that i’ve ever hadbut when i looked at my plate i saw some tiny bubbles of airit must have been spittle but i don’t care.