Philip Labes - Cafe La Rue lyrics
[Philip Labes - Cafe La Rue lyrics]
Welcome my friends to Cafe La Rue
Here is a menu for you to look through
Here at the cafe you get to choose
Any life that seems delicious to you
Just to get started there's mother and wife
Some people don't much like the
Taste of this life so if spice is a price
That you're willing to bear
It pairs awfully well with a saucy affair
You could try politician an excellent choice
Illicit endeavors, an oversized voice
But if you want something sweet
It's a turn for the worse
This dish always ends with no just desserts
Are you crushed, are you steamed
Are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It's a diet you'll down 'till you die
But darling, you get to decide
There's lottery winner
That one's served rare
I'm afraid that we're fresh
Out of tech millionaire
You won't get full
Though you'll feel dignified
'Cause those richer dishes are hollow inside
We've got child, mistreated
And husband, abused
And prisoner who has been falsely accused
Every once in a while no matter your wish
You might find some trouble
Snuck onto your dish
Are you crushed, are you steamed
Are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It's a diet you'll down 'till you die
But darling, you get to decide
Let's hope the meal's massive
And not just a snack
'Cause if you don't like it
You can't send it back
No matter your order the time or the place
All you can do is just savor the taste
When life's out of control
And it seems to you
Like a seven-course meal you were
Forced to sit through if ever you thought
That your life had picked you
Remember you once sat at Cafe La Rue
Are you crushed, are you steamed
Are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It's a diet you'll down 'till you die
But darling, you get to decide
Are you crushed, are you steamed
Are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It's a diet you'll down 'till you die
But darling, you get to decide
Here is a menu for you to look through
Here at the cafe you get to choose
Any life that seems delicious to you
Just to get started there's mother and wife
Some people don't much like the
Taste of this life so if spice is a price
That you're willing to bear
It pairs awfully well with a saucy affair
You could try politician an excellent choice
Illicit endeavors, an oversized voice
But if you want something sweet
It's a turn for the worse
This dish always ends with no just desserts
Are you crushed, are you steamed
Are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It's a diet you'll down 'till you die
But darling, you get to decide
There's lottery winner
That one's served rare
I'm afraid that we're fresh
Out of tech millionaire
You won't get full
Though you'll feel dignified
'Cause those richer dishes are hollow inside
We've got child, mistreated
And husband, abused
And prisoner who has been falsely accused
Every once in a while no matter your wish
You might find some trouble
Snuck onto your dish
Are you crushed, are you steamed
Are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It's a diet you'll down 'till you die
But darling, you get to decide
Let's hope the meal's massive
And not just a snack
'Cause if you don't like it
You can't send it back
No matter your order the time or the place
All you can do is just savor the taste
When life's out of control
And it seems to you
Like a seven-course meal you were
Forced to sit through if ever you thought
That your life had picked you
Remember you once sat at Cafe La Rue
Are you crushed, are you steamed
Are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It's a diet you'll down 'till you die
But darling, you get to decide
Are you crushed, are you steamed
Are you fried
Tell us what kind of life would you like
It's a diet you'll down 'till you die
But darling, you get to decide