There's a diner down on 9th StreetMakes the best heartAnd it makes me glad, so gladTo be back in New YorkThere's a waitress with false eyelashesShe looks just like my motherAs she leans over to take my orderShe whispers in my earIt's so good to have you backIt's so good to have you backPeople line up sometimes for hoursSo they can't get itThey talk so loudly, look at their facesEvery shape and size representsI used to go there on my own a lotWith my close girlfriendOver coffee and pierogiOur hearts began to mendIt's so good to have you backAt the cell phoneIt's so good to have you backSee the years passing byFor some crystal sauceThe oldest recipesAs a new year beginsI'll take my loveSitting right next to meMy reset is goodIn a moody roomBERTHO and FRIDAYThere are like crazy thingsI versucht to tell youMy partnerI hope he knowsMy sweet motherI will never return001122Behind the counter, big Ukrainian manFled with his village girlsFlipped the home fries, stoked the home firesLet in the homeland burnIt's so good to have you backAt the supperIt's so good to have you backAt the supperIt's so good to have you backAt the supperIt's so good to have you backAt the supperIt's so good to have you backAt the supper