Lyrics

VERSE 1
He snaps his fingers at the server
I have a question, if you please.
Is this local and organic, farm to table cheddar cheese?
Yes, all our cheese is premium and made from grass-fed dairy
It's complex, yet still accessible, dense, but light and airy
Slice it up and bring a plate with prosciutto and some mustard
For dessert, I'll have the crème brûlée, with bourbon in the custard

Just snap your fingers, we’ll snap to it
Just tell us what you need
To serve you is our privilege
It’s our pleasure when you’re pleased

VERSE 2
He snaps his fingers at the server
Another question for you mate
This wine is so exquisite, is it made from noble grapes?
Go and fetch the sommelier we need another bottle
Hop to it, send him right away, we’re thirsty, please don’t dawdle
The red is bold and viscous, fills the palette with delight
It’s made by monks in Italy, who pray over every vine.

VERSE 3
She tries to SNAP her groceries
But the machine says card declined
Nothing special in her cart, she’s just trying to get by
Off-brand peanut butter and a box of dried spaghetti
She’s working forty hours but her income’s been unsteady
No sommelier is coming, no server at her call
She leaves the store with empty hands and nothing left at all