I Need a Restaurant

Arriving on foreign soil
I see a lady with a foreign hairstyle
I thought she'd be the perfect foil
For my protagonist...
But meanwhile she told me her name was Chaka
And she smiled while trying not to smile
I snuck another shot of Binaca
And now I filed her in the mystery file with
All the other brain-washers (ooh)
My blood on the seat of my '74 Impala, four door
My love obviously going to make you move and holler for more
Oh-oh I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I'm meeting with potential buyers
When stopped before I could drink my coffee
Now I'm putting out her fires
And I just can't get her monkey off me
Time for a new set of tires
To drive me to a new city
Surround myself with new liars
And build a new monstrosity
On which to land my helicopter (Ooh)
My blood on the seat of my '74 Impala, four door
My love obviously going to make you move and holler for more
Oh-oh I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
Big, big business at the makers, make
Dirty, dirty business at the takers, take
I hate to see you die for a rookie mistake
Stuffing your face with uranium cake
You know I can't take it when you're running late
I'm setting you a trap but forgot the bait
I see my fucking food but I've gotta wait
I see my fucking food but I've gotta wait
Oh no!
Oh no!
GO!