[Verse 1] You're a hash-slinging woman serving up the middle class 2 oh 1 all year round Looking for a tip now eight tables just left you flat Not enough of you to go around I forgot where you worked but remember that I loved you Now I go cruising restaurant row Stopping at each greasy spoon, pizza place steakhouse Looking for the girl I used to know [Chorus] Looking for a waitress And my future happiness But I don't know what I'm doing it for Don't know what I'm doing it for Don't know what I