Well, she's up against the register
With an apron and a spatula With yesterday's deliveries The tickets for the bachelors She's a moving violation From her conk down to her shoes But it's just an invitation to the blues And you feel just like Cagney She looks like Rita Hayworth At the counter of the Schwab's Drugstore You wonder if she might be single She's a loner, likes to mingle Got to be patient and pick up a clue She says, howyougonnalikem? Over medium or scrambled? Anyways the only way Be careful not to gamble On a guy with...