Bobby Bare Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe

(Shel Silverstein)

It's two in the morning on Saturday night

At Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe

The onions are frying the neon is bright

And the jukebox is startin' to play.

And the sign on the wall says In God We Trust

All others have to pay

And it's two in the morning on Saturday night

At Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.

The short order cook with the momma tattoo

He's a turnin' them hamburgers slow

Eggs over easy whole wheat down

They all want that coffee to go.

He never once dreamed as a rodeo star

That he'd wind up here today

At two in the morning on Saturday night

At Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.

There's a tall skinny girl in the booth in the back

Wearin' jeans and a second hand fur

She's been to the doctor then called up her man

And now wonders just where she could turn.

She stares at her coffee then looks toward the ceiling

But Lord it's a strange place to pray

At two in the morning on Saturday night

At Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.

There's a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner

Feedin' the jukebox his dimes

He just had a woman and thought that he'd bought her

But found he'd just rented some time.

And he couldn't sleep so he came back to see

If anyone else wants to play

At two in the morning on Saturday night

At Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.

Now there's an old dollar bill in the frame on the wall

The first one that Rose ever made

It was once worth a dollar a long time ago

But like Rose it's beginnin' to fade.

She's back off the riched dreamin' of someone

And how things would be if he'd stay

But it's two in the morning on Saturday night

At Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.

The stoop shouldered man and his frizzy haired woman

It's strange how their eyes never meet

He's playin' the pinball she's fixin' the blanket

Of the baby asleep on the seat.

He's out of work she's puttin' on weight

And they never did have too much to say

It's two in the morning on Saturday night

At Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.

The waitress Darlene she sits at the counter

Paintin' her fingernails blue

And the short order cook he yells move it or lose it

And pick up an order of stew.

But someday a rich handsome man'll walk in

And carry her far far away

From two in the morning on Saturday night

At Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.

The shaggy haired hippie he's finished his meal

And he's countin' the change in his jeans

Burger and coffee are eighty-five cents

And he's only got twenty-three.

He smiles at Rose and she winks back at him

But Lord that's a high price to pay

At two in the morning on Saturday night

At Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe.

The baby faced sailor he leans on the phone

And dials the number again

While the guy in the tux tells the girl in the jeans

Bout wonderful places he's been.

And a wino comes in off the street and starts shoutin'

Bout fortunes that he threw away

And Rosalie's asking the shaggy haired hippie

If he's got a warm place to stay.

And the short order cook takes a five from the till

While Rosie's looking away

And the onions keep frying the neon is bright

And the jukebox continues to play.

And it's two in the morning on Saturday night

At Rosalie's Good Eats Cafe...