THE FIRST NOUVELLE

(SUNG BY: Company)

(COMPANY)
Say good-bye to Nine-To-Fives
And start working in dives.
Though serving is strange
You've always got laundry change!

You sling hash and sling slop
To the next joint you hop.
Each place more elegant
To grab your fifteen percent!

And, though some folks carry a Wall Street Journal
You just carry a tray...

You bring movers and shakers
Their potatoes and steakers
In a condescending way.

(The following section of the song lyrics are the only part sung in the revue Bombed A Lot)

The First Nouvelle is an attitude,
Over-priced and over-rude,
The staff is here to thwart the clientele,

The place is a rip-off,

But if you don't wag your lip off,
You'll make a fat tip off,
The Nouveau chumps who eat at The First Nouvelle!

You've got ketchups to fill
You've got coffee's to spill.
You've got lemons to slice
Sounds like paradise!

All the napkins you fold
All the specials you've sold
All the crap that you take
Just for gratuities sake

And where crouwds of chic people
Fought for tables,
Tumbleweeds now flow

Now that we're not so trendy
We may have to be friendly
But to that we just say NO!

The First Nouvelle is an attitude,
Over-priced and over-rude,
The staff is here to thwart the clientele,

The place is a rip-off,

But if you don't wag your lip off,
You'll make a fat tip off,
The Nouveau chumps who eat at The First...

The First Nouvelle, The First Nouvelle!