Now Serving Me
by Veda Monroe · Pop · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
synth-rock, pop, upbeat, synthwave, anthemic
Prompt
Synth-rock pop, driving upbeat, yearning, deadpan half-spoken alto, stacked chants, synths, drums, strings, stepwise
Lyrics
Shh... Take a number. Uh-huh. Saturday noon, the deli's loud Forty-nine's my ticket, there's a crowd Screen says twelve, my feet say no Man ahead asks if the turkey's slow Lady with a cart of cat food cans Sighs like she's got big, big plans Twenty minutes, I read the whole sign Quarter pound of patience, mine Now serving me Forty-nine, that's me Hand on the glass like it's center stage Slice it thin and turn the page Now serving me Step aside, it's me Hairnet halo, the lights go bright Cold case glowing like a stage tonight Cheese wheels humming, the choir comes in Man with the apron starts to grin He says, "What'll it be?" I say, "Everything." Dollar-ninety bag, I'm still the king "Anything else?" Yes. Respect, sliced thin Wrap it up, I'm walking in Now serving me Forty-nine, that's me Hand on the glass like it's center stage Slice it thin and turn the page Now serving me Step aside, it's me Call my number Call my number Call my number Forty-nine Tear the ticket, lift your chin Clear the aisle, let me in Hold the door, hold the pear Somebody fix my hair Now serving me Forty-nine, that's me Hand on the glass like it's center stage Slice it thin and turn the page Now serving me Step aside, it's me Now serving me Now serving me Next.