Singin' for My Supper Lyrics

Runnin' seven cards on a Saturday night

That's what I'm doin'

Make me feel alright

May I split your check

Eleven ways

That'll keep me singin'

For the rest of my days

A little pissed off

Cus your sauce wasn't on the side

Gonna go tell my boss

That your eggs weren't fried

Well just you wait

I'm gonna get you good

The busboy just told me

That he spit in your food

Now your card's been declined

And you got no cash

Ya best not even try

To dine and dash

Ain't gonna take no shit

Cus midnight is near

And I'm a woman on a mission

To get outta here

Smile and be polite

Takin' orders left and right

Waiting for the end of the night

Where's the restroom

Did you even try to look

Man I wish you people would

Just stay home and cook

And stop asking stupid questions

Go and find it yourself

I can't wait to twelve