Take Me Out To Eat
I’m sitting in my kitchen, ooh, I’m wishin’
They’d love my cookin; or they’d quit their bitchin’
Gonna put my foot down, make him take me uptown
Dress like a debutante, go to a restaurant
Baby take me out, baby take me out to eat
I want a white cloth linen and a cool pressed napkin
A Zinfandel from an organic vineyard
Where they’ve got Evian on every table
They let you sit and linger, long as your butt is able
Baby take me out, baby take me out to eat
Don’t wanna hit the hut - don’t wanna slam no Mac
Don’t wanna run for the border
Don’t you give my no Kentucky Fried yech
I ain’t no seafood lover
Don’t want no chili dog, no pizza burger
Baby your baby will not be driving’ though
Unless they’ve got a five star review
I wanna leave my lipstick on fine bone china
Gimme decaf espresso, don’t want no insomnia
Drink my water from a sparkling crystal
Get a monkey in a tux running to my signal
Baby take me out, baby take me out to eat
They got squid and leaks - I see those grouper cheeks
How about that garlic veal
Can’t we put aside our politics for just one meal?
They’ve got free range potatoes, braised with a mango
Garnished with a twenty dollar tomato
I don’t care if it’s tasty don’t care if it’s good
I want you spending money - I think you should
Baby take me out, baby take me out to eat
You deserve a break today
So get up and get away - and take me out to eat!
©1993 Sally Fingerett, Green Fingers Music, BMI