There is a smile
On top of my coffee
The maître d'
Sure has a sense of humour
So I sip my drink slowly
Try hard not to displace
The artistic impression
As you enter the room
And what’s more
In this multi-cultural city
They now play Ravel’s Bolero
Although no one dances
If it takes a while
Then it takes a while
If we can have a queue
Then we do have a queue
Do not become frustrated
Have a coffee, with cake
The future will be reinstated
In this city without a timetable
But, for the sake
Of your continued good health
We relieve you of your lira
With our undoubted style
