I don't know why Connie ever eats out.  She is the best cook around here anywhere and has even won cooking contest!  I just LOVE her biscuits!!!!  YUMMMMM

EATIN' OUT

When it comes to cookin’ I eat mostly my own
But once in a while for a change I leave home
And go out to eat on some special occasion
Or under influence of friendly persuasion.

And that’s what I’m talking about in this verse
The grub costs a fortune but there’s somethin’ worse.
Instead of a cafe or bistro it seems
All the restaurants these days gotta have ‘em a theme.

You can’t get a pizza or sandwich without
A mechanical Elvis or big clockwork mouse
Cavortin’ an’ singin’ with fake flapper jaws
That resemble a turkey with sand in her craw.

Why even in places that court the elite
You get out back steak with Crocodile Dundee!
I don’t want to dine as if I’m on a ship
Or under the big top or takin’ a trip

I just want to go in and sit down and eat
With cloths on the table and napkins all neat
And just for good measure I sure wouldn’t grumble
To have a nice waiter instead of George of the Jungle!

Like this place with an Amazon kinda refrain
That had holes in the roof to let in the fake rain
And taped animal sounds all those growls and groans
I paid extra for this? Shoot! I got this at home!

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