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I have to be a waitress How else does the world come to me? Everyone has hunger, everyone wants to eat and I serve them I get intoxicated by giving service It becomes theatrical and I feel like I'm on stage There's some as don't care When they put down the plate, there's a sound Not with me When they move a chair It will scrape with a grate on the ground Not with me I will have my hand right when I place a glass Notice how I stand right as customers pass Serve a Demi-Tasse with a gesture so gentle Or do it again till It's near oriental La, La-La La La, La La It's an art, It's an art To be a fine waitress To see that you pleasure each guest There's a twist to my wrist When I bring your steak in And watch how I take in Your liver and bacon It all needs to be stylish and smart That's what makes it an art I remember one day As I do now and then, I had shakes Down I went There with my tray Full of coffees and cordials and cakes Down I went But I kept my poise - Not one guest heard me fall Never made a noise, not one noise, food and all If you have to crawl, you can give 'em what they like You carry your tray like It's almost ballet like La, La La La-La La La, La La La It's an art, It's an art To be a fine waitress Each evening I treasure the test Like tonight was a fight 'Cause they hired this busboy This clothes-all-a-muss-boy And guests heard him cuss - boy Did we have a quick "Heart-To-Heart"! Even that is an art Tips! Ha! Tips are important to people like captains and barmen For them, it's a tip, see? For me, I'm a gypsy Just toss me a coin and I suddenly feel like I'm Carmen! So on through the ulcer The backache, the hot sweaty feet On you go Through "Is your knife dull sir?" And "Madam wants what with her meat?" On you go Two A.M. Approaches, the curtains descend There among the roaches, my acts at an end Every night I tend to find myself crying There's no work so trying Or so satisfying I tell everyone I'm a waitress and I'm proud When someone comes up to me and says "Hey, you're terrific! How come you're just A waitress?" You know what I say to them? I say, "Why? Don't you think you deserve to be Served by me?" It's an art (Miss!) It's an art (Miss!) To be a great waitress (Please take care of this) To do without leisure or rest (Could we have a check, please?) So I zoom (Miss) Through the room (Please) With a flair no one else has (Bring some more of these) An air no one else has I swear no one else has My lilt (Miss) When I say (Miss) "A La Carte" (And another order to go) You can see it gives me a glow (My plate, Miss, My cup, miss) Every time I prove I'm a pro (I'm late, Miss, Hurry up, Miss) Maybe I'm not quite (Miss!) Michelangelo (And a bag for my dog) But I'm not just a waitress (You were great) I'm a one- (But I'm late) Woman Show (My check please, My change please, Come on, Please, Lady, Let's go!)
Writer(s): Stephen Lawrence Schwartz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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