Ooh, look at all this company coming round tonight.
Even Catherine O'Hara's come by to say hello.
You really wanna know?
Well, I'll tell you, I might have to pour myself
Another little moonshine...
Here we go:
It was a sweet and frosty May,
In the town of Thunder Bay,
When Dale and Wendy Day went out
To Sweetbrush Lake.
Found a weeping willow to sit down
And do the Thunder Bay a go-go,
While the wind was real soft.
Poor little Wendy just had to break.
Later on that month,
Dale went for Pepper lunch at
The "we're-all-in-this-together diner".
Yeah, the pea soup was fine,
The corn cob on time,
The chili dogs even finer.
The real reason was that Wendy
Was working counter.
Those two little kids just couldn't
Get enough of each other.
Dale broke out like a man and said:
"Wendy I think I want to take your hand
And make little children, live beyond the sand.
In respect to the clouds
And the colony of your eyes,
That day we made love,
I'm going to call my little child Amber Jones"
Hey supermodel, set the rest of us free.
Which is exactly what happened.
There ain't no genie in the bottle,
Or in that magazine.
Let me ask you one question, and it goes:
Hey supermodel,
What's it like being pretty?
Now everyone knows that if you're going
To run a successful café,
You have to hire the prettiest waitress.
Amber it turns out had been working
At the Pepperlunch café
Just like her mother did 20 years earlier,
And it boils down to this very simple doctrine,
Given by Ralph Habbasham the owner:
Ralph says the customer is always right,
And the customers here are mostly men,
And though it don't seem,
>From table 2 to 16,
All men do is dream:
Of falling in love, just like women.
Now sitting at table 20 was a man
From New York city who was mos
