The Waifs - Waitress lyrics

I thought I'd move to Sydney To get a little piece Of the city life they talk about In the nineties. 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 k** 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 phone bill and paying the rent Frijole, guacamole anything you want I'm working as a waitress In a Mexican restaurant