The Waitress

I thought I'd move to Sydney
 To get a little piece
 Of the city life they talk about
 In the 90's.
 Where everyone I meet
 Don't want to know my name
 They want to know what I do for a living
 My songs don't earn me money
 Or fill my pockets with cash
 Every time I go busking
 I make more in hash
 Everything I want is getting
 Further out of reach
 Like that funky little apartment
 Down on Bondi
 I've been getting cozy with a Kiwi boy
 He'd kill me if I said
 He was sweet as apple pie
 He's going to leave me and hit the road
 He's touring with the theater
 If you see him say I said hello
 All the birthday money my parents sent
 Was spent on the phonebill and paying the rent
 Frijole, guacamole anything you want
 I'm working as a waitress
 In a Mexican restaurant