RICHARD REIDEL and the CCQs
Table Board
by Richard Reidel & the CCQs
You've got a table board, you know, you can't affordThis getting' out of line, 'cause it's your seventh time
Hey, Mister Plebe! You're doing fine
You've got a table board, you'd better ask the Lord
To get your act together, 'cause it's now or never
Don't dick that pie, or you'll be mine
You know, you make mistakes when you cut the cake
Now you spill the gravy, y'know you drive me crazy
Now, sit up straight, and start The Days
You'll be calling minutes, and when you get finished
Take the distribution 'round the institution
Now, don't you think that I'm a haze?
Steak Night comes, and now you've got my beverage preference wrong
We'll have to put your portion up for grabs
One more mistake and I will bake your baked potato for you
And bread and water's all you're gonna have
If you think you're able, hit the waiter's table
Get us more to drink, and then you'd better think\
About flipping me for your dessert
If you tell a joke, we're gonna have to smoke you
If it's good or bad, because it's all we've had
Just learn to smile until it hurts
Pizza Night is Rally Night, and everything is great
I wanna see you validate the sauce
You've got a milli-microsecond just to cut the cake
You'd better cut it right, 'cause I'm the boss
You've got a table board, and now I see you pour yourself another drink
You know, you really stink!
Well, my thumb is down -- now what's your plea?
You've got a table board, and you're a pretty poor example of a plebe
Give me the heebie jeebies
You've got some nerve to sit with me
