Waiter, Ask The Man To Play The Blues

Saturday night
In our own Rendezvous
I sit alone
At a table for two
My friends ask me to join them
I proudly refuse
Waiter, ask the man to play the blues

I’m feeling so bad
Because you said we’re through
Nothing seems right without the sight of you
When you said goodbye, dear, that was really bad news
Waiter, ask the man to play the blues

I’m sitting here reminiscing about the things I’ve been missing
Since my baby said we’re through
I wish we could makeup
For ever since our breakup
I am so loss without you
Tears in my hеart
Though my eyes are dry
I guеss I’ll go home
Where they won’t see me cry
It’s the same ole story
Somebody’s got to lose
Waiter, ask the man to play the blues

My heart is aching
I believe it’s breaking
I’m ‘bout to blow a fuse
So won’t you waiter
Waiter, ask the man to play the blues