Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffee And he fills it only halfway And before I even argue He is looking out the window at somebody coming in Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da It is always nice to see you says the man behind the counter To the woman who has come in she is shaking her umbrella And I look the other way as they are kissing their hellos I am pretending not to see them and instead I pour the milk I open up the paper there is a story of an actor Who had died while he was drinking It was no one I had heard of And I am turning to the horoscope And looking for the funnies When I am feeling someone watching me And so I raise my head There is a woman on the outside Looking inside does she see me? No she does not really see me Cause she sees her own reflection And I am trying not to notice That she is hitching up her skirt And while she is straightening her stockings Her hair has gotten wet Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da! � �