Waitress Hell - Heavens to Betsy

Miss, I need another glass, this one is smudged

And my lips are too precious for this

We want the window table clear and set it for us

It’s not too busy for us

Bring a million different things to my table on a silver platter

You’ve got nothing better to do

If you smile really big and kiss my whiney ass

Maybe you’ll get a dollar today

You’re going to waitress hell

You’re gonna burn in my hell

You’re going to waitress hell

You’re gonna burn in my hell

Yeah, I just do this job for a hobby

So don’t worry about a tip

4.25 an hour suits me fine

Yeah, I just love to serve

Sure I’ll take your plate your glass your bowl and then

I’ll wipe your chin

And in the end I’m covered in your shit

You look at me like I’m the dirty one

You’re going to waitress hell

You’re gonna burn in my hell

You’re going to waitress hell

You’re gonna burn in my hell

What you do comes back to you

What you do comes back to

You’re going to waitress hell

You’re gonna burn in my hell

You’re going to waitress hell

You’re gonna burn in my hell

I’ll see you burn

I’ll see you burn in my hell

I’ll see you burn

I’ll see you burn in my hell

You’re going to waitress hell

You’re gonna burn in my hell