The waiter is yawning, it's dawning outside,
and I, completely drunk, still want to order a drink
But, what a shame, my tongue is making wrong moves,
it doesn't know how to say vermouth and beer
Thank God he's not a redneck who asks too much,
but he is very smart guy who can read
all my pain from my eyes although I didn't make a sound,
so he still puts the same stuff on the table
and that's the drop that overflows the glass
I'm crying like a waterfall while I'm tilting the bottle
Chorus:
Why am I always the fucking customer,
why aren't you from the other side of the stand
why am I always the fucking customer,
why does my soul mate have to be male
When two guys get along so good, it's better than sex:
one gives the glass and another drinks it all at once
He isn't stupid or cheapskate,
and he always pours my beer to the edge
He understands all my pain although I didn't make a sound,
so he still puts the same stuff on the table
and that's the drop that overflows the glass
I'm crying like a waterfall while I'm tilting the bottle
Chorus:
Why am I always the fucking customer,
why aren't you from the other side of the stand
why am I always the fucking customer
song for the chimney sweeper and Stipe