(Malvina Reynolds)
I stepped into a restaurant, it really was a dream
From two miles up the autobahn you could see the kitchen gleam
And they heated up the coffee-cups with super-heated steam
And the food was terrible
The waitresses were charming, they had such lovely eyes
Their smiles all matched exactly, their uniforms likewise
And their hair was piled as sweetly as the topping on the pies
And the food was terrible
The decor was a symphony of brown and gold and white
The silver and the cutlery would fill you with delight
And the menu was a masterpiece, so witty and so bright
And the food was terrible
They must have spent a fortune on the furniture and such
The table-mats and napkins were like linen to the touch
So the budget for the kitchen really wasn't very much
And the food was terrible
Another generation will forget the taste of meat
Of vegetables from the garden and of bread that's made of wheat
And they'll never even notice when it's plastic that they eat
That the food was terrible
(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)
Written in 1964
Susannes Folksong-Notizen English Notes
