Breakfast at DeLuca's in the Strip? We usually stick with Pamela's in Millvale.
Buccos got ripped at home last night by the Reds (7-1). |
That previous Dump kinda reminds of...
Three years ago, I penned #1604. DeLuca's. I decided to go back and tweak the lyrics. Give it more of a hostile, political tone.
DeLuca’s
sonofsaf
I hate DeLuca’s
There’s a line outside the door
Yinzers all know it’s true
Yes, I am a Strip District whore
If you want rye bread, wheat, or white
Butt a McDouble, a Trump delight
No Pamela’s just because
No Pamela’s just because
Fuck Kamala just because
Fresh eggs they are so money
Home fries really make us proud
Biscuits are smothered in gravy
Cash no credit is allowed
An omelette I'm gonna try
Their bacon’s crisp but never dry
French toast and waffles so much more
French toast and waffles so much more
French toast and waffles syrup whore
McBreakfast served through the day
Good mood food it ain’t pretend
Hella, Big Mac’s, not the way
Because The Donald’s not okay
I guess I’m right, have always known
‘Cause I have spoken, on the phone
Reservations are a scam
Reservations are a scam
Insurrection’s worse than spam
I hate DeLuca’s
There’s a line outside the door
Yinzers all know it’s true
Yes, I am a Strip District whore
If you want rye bread, wheat, or white
Butt a McDouble, a Trump delight
No Pamela’s just because
No Pamela’s just because
Fuck Kamala just because
An omelette I’m gonna try
Their bacon’s crisp but never dry
French toast and waffles so much more
French toast and waffles so much more
French toast and waffles syrup whore
Luka
Suzanne Vega
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes, I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's 'cause I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
After that, you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Yes, I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
If you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes, I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble, some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
And they only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Easily one of the best songs of the late 80's. Heartfelt and timeless.
From 1985 to the present, Suzanne Vega has played the Burgh a grand total of 6 times. Never seen her. Always enjoyed her Grateful Dead cover of Cassidy. Naturally, I wrote my own version.