Tito And I

Tito and I walked into the kitchen
All the heat came pouring down
The beginning of a ritual of bitching
For seven hours ahead he wouldn’t make a sound
He can’t help moving right along
Tito felt right where he belonged
Among the mass of dirty plates, he worked on, I couldn’t relate
I had different plans as usual
I didn’t want no part in this
Setting up chairs seemed so unfair
Still quitting today I wouldn’t dare
I can’t help moving right along
Though I don’t feel quite where I belong
I just happened to end up here, With Tito around I shouldn’t have a fear
Every morning wake up, bus to New York City
Fill the coffee cups, make the place look pretty
People walk in and out all day long
Later on I’m in a similar position
Tito is psyched and ready for more
If I had balls I’d ask the question
Why work so hard when everyone ignores?
He can’t help moving right along
Tito felt right where he belonged
I guess it’s a personal thing, when neatness counts its time worth spending
Every morning wake up, bus to New York City
Fill the coffee cups, make the place look pretty
On the radio they play the same damn song
I feel I’m on top of the world today
So give me, some tip money, for my, my bills to pay
No stopping, no stopping, I’ve got to keep on moving
This ain’t no time to slack off at all
Counting days 'til July, it was Tito and I
Counting hours 'til July, it was Tito and I