Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe

It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
 The onions are frying the neon is bright and the jukebox is startin' to play
 And the sign on the wall says In God We Trust all others have to pay
 And it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
 The short order cook with the momma tattoo he's a turnin' them hamburgers slow
 Eggs over easy whole wheat down, y'all want that coffee to go
 He never once dreamed as a rodeo star that he'd wind up here today
 At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
 There's a tall skinny girl in the booth in the back wearin' jeans and a second hand fur
 She's been to the doctor then called up a man
 And now wonders just which way could turn
 She stares at her coffee then looks toward the ceiling
 But Lord it's a strange place to pray
 At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
 There's a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner feedin' the jukebox his dimes
 He just had a woman and thought that he'd bought
 But found he'd just rented some time
 And he couldn't sleep so he came back to see if anyone else wants to play
 At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
 Now there's an old dollar bill in the frame on the wall
 The first one that Rose ever made
 It was once worth a dollar a long time ago but like Rose it's beginnin' to fade
 She's back of the register dreamin' of someone and how things would be if he'd stay
 But it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
 The stoop shouldered man and his frizzy haired woman
 It's strange how their eyes never meet
 He's playin' the pinball she's fixin' the blanket of the baby asleep on the seat
 He's out of work she's puttin' on weight and they never did have too much to say
 It's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
 The waitress Darlene she sits at the counter paintin' her fingernails blue
 And the short order cook he yells move it or lose it and pick up an order of stew
 But someday a rich handsome man'll walk in and carry her far far away
 From two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
 The shaggy haired hippie he's finished his meal
 And he's countin' the change in his jeans
 Burger and coffee are 85 cents and he's only got 23
 He smiles at Rose and she winks back at him but Lord that's a high price to pay
 At two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe
 The baby faced sailor he leans on the phone and dials the number again
 While the guy in the tux tells the girl in the jeans bout wonderful places he's been
 And a wino comes in off the street and starts shoutin'
 Bout fortunes that he threw away
 And Rosalie's asking the shaggy haired hippie if he's got a warm place to stay
 And the short order cook takes a five from the till while Rosie's looking away
 And the onions keep frying the neon is bright and the jukebox continues to play
 And it's two in the morning on Saturday night at Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe