Lletres: Fall. BEHIND THE COUNTER.

They're always hitting on me
But I'm getting thin
From waiting on
They just want me to be

Behind the counter

The hen center
Was always picking on me
There they are tucking in all over shop
Got no time for dinner or tea

Behind the counter

Every car I see is always picking on me
They take a left turn when I cross, guaranteed
They park on the pavement
Some have paid parks on the pavement here

I say, "Wait sir, wait sir
You'd better wait sir"
Guaranteed

I'm getting thin
From idiots who write rock books
Disparate
Ex-groups cold would've played this

For nose pin and the Punk Piggies
Didn't quite make it, they say
Get behind the counter
The other side of the counter

Chill it, boy

The other side of the counter