(Kinky Friedman, Major Boles, Roscoe West)

Well, I pulled into Dallat on a cold December day
Bought coffee and a doughnut at the Greasy Spoon Café,
Spied me a pretty young waitret standing by her tray,
But she couldn't believe her sweet young ears when the waitret heard me say:

Oh, waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate,
Eatin' ain't cheatin', Lord it ain't no disgrace.
Oh, bring me a Lone Star, make it a case
And waitret, please, waitret, come sit down on my fate.

Well, I walked up to the jukebox feeling kind of mean,

The Sound Of Beer

Dough, the stuff that buys the beer
Ray, the guy that sells the beer
Me, the guy that drinks the beer
Far, a long way to get beer
So, I'll have another beer
La, I'll have another beer
Tea, no thanks I'm drinking beer
and that bring us back to

Doh!!