The Diva of The Siver Top Diner
She had a red checkered apron with big white frills. One look in her eyes would make a grown man’s blood chill.
I walked in from a midnight run; she said “what can I getcha hon?”
I gave her my choice, then I heard that voice.

She sang, “Give me a shingle with a shimmy and a shake and a hot blonde in sand.
Flop two, fry two, let the sun shine, a sinker for each hand.”
The room stood still as she blew away the grille, she’s the super star of this breakfast bar
the Diva of The Silver Top Diner, and I’m her biggest fan.

Got a voice like an angel, but works like the devil every day.
Savin’ her tips to go to Nash-ville and play.
Every day she’s stealin’ the show. Got a warm up band called A Cup of Joe.
Turn off the juke-box , ‘cause this menu mama rocks.

Chorus

Yes she’s the Diva of The Silver Top Di-i-ner.
Got ‘em standin’ in the aisles, the Aluminum Room headliner.
She knows which side her bread is buttered, some day soon she’ll be discovered,
but as for now her songs will be... Shredded, scattered, chunked,
smothered and covered.

Chorus (best waitress in the land, I wanna be in her band)