I fry my eggs with a cigarette grin Wipe the counter, let the chaos begin The boss says “clean it,” I just play dumb Got grease on my keys and a beat on my thumb Grease on the keys, steam in the pan I’m a one-man band with a fryin’ hand Plates keep comin’, I don’t ask why Just bang that piano ‘til the bacon flies Flour on my boots, sauce on my sleeve I hum old tunes while the waiters leave Ain’t no tux, ain’t no tip jar smile Just a busted old stove and a honky-tonk style Grease on the keys, steam in the pan I’m a one-man band with a fryin’ hand Plates keep comin’, I don’t ask why Just bang that piano ‘til the bacon flies And when the last bell rings at night I play one more tune by ovenlight No crowd, no cheer, no fancy fame Just a kitchen and a song with my name
