[Hook: Singaporean Singlish-accented male MC, punchy boom drums and wok clatter] Call me reserved, lah, I don't need to say a word One packet of tissue and the table's mine, confirmed Call me reserved, every seat from here to the door Quiet boy got the whole place choped, now who's laughin' more [Verse 1: Singlish-accented male MC, cool and cocky over the guzheng riff] Monday meetin', everybody talkin' till the aircon cry Me inside the corner with my kopi, never wave, never try Marcus from the sales side say, "Wei Liang, you so reserved Lunch rush at the hawker, you won't get a seat, you won't get served" Whole team laughin', alamak, they think the quiet one is weak But the quiet one is countin' all the tables every week In my bag, I got forty packets, all the tissue I could buy Ten to twelve, I'm on the stairs, eleven fifty, time to fly [Hook: Singlish-accented male MC, full band] Call me reserved, lah, I don't need to say a word One packet of tissue and the table's mine, confirmed Call me reserved, every seat from here to the door Quiet boy got the whole place choped, now who's laughin' more [Verse 2: Singlish-accented male MC, quicker, wok percussion clattering] Eleven fifty-one, I chope the table by the chicken rice Eleven fifty-two, the row beside it, movin' quick and nice Fifty-three, the laksa side, the carrot cake, the satay line By the time the office empty, every single stool is mine Every table got a packet and the packets sittin' proud Uncle at the drink stall shoutin', "Who is this guy?" super loud Aunties holdin' trays and starin' at the tissue stacked in place Twelve o'clock and here come Marcus with the sweat across his face [Bridge: Singlish-accented male MC, wok flare, a sizzle and a cymbal flash on every word] He walk the whole place once, he walk it twice, he cannot find a chair Then he see me in the middle with my noodles, sittin' there "Bro," he say, "you got a seat?" And I don't even say a thing Just slide one packet off a stool, the loudest thing that I could bring Shiok! Ten more of them behind him, all the team who laughed at me Every one is holdin' noodles, waitin' on my tissue fee [Final Hook: Singlish-accented male MC, full band, wok clatter] Call me reserved, lah, I don't need to say a word One packet of tissue and the table's mine, confirmed Call me reserved, every seat from here to the door Quiet boy got the whole place choped, now who's laughin' more [End]
