Dat, dat, dat 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 half way And before I even argue He is looking out the window At somebody coming in Dat, dat, dat 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 And I'm pretending not to see them And instead I pour the milk Dat, dat, dat I open up the paper There's a story of an actor Who had died while he was drinking It was no one I had heard of And I'm turning to the horoscope And looking for the funnies When I'm feeling someone watching me And so I raise my head Dat, dat, dat Dat, dat, dat
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