There's a place far from here
And it's just down the street
Where I grab a quick beer
when I'm ready to eat
So when time to have lunch
My last meal before bed
I will order a bunch
Of just one piece of bread
I just hop in my truck
And I walk to this place
But I never have luck
With a good parking space
Then it's right down the stairs
Way up on the third floor
And my table with chairs
Is a booth by the door
I eat there every day
At the most, once a week
So I really must say,
Nevermind, I don't speak
But I still dine and ditch
And it's not the expense
Cause I'm really quite rich
But I don't make no cents
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