Cafe Shabu Lyrics

Welcome to the Café Shabu

Permit me to introduce you to some of our regulars

Starting on my immediate left, ladies and gentlemen

Here in Café Shabu

You'll note a poet, a man of words by trade

And yes, that's a refugee from an unnamed political philosophy

Come here to spread his message of joy and peace amongst us

Thank you very much, sir

Over here, next to him, we see a lady

Who has traded in, a lifestyle of the rich and famous

For work with underprivileged and exceptional children

Which I am sure, makes her very pleased with herself

Ladies and gentlemen, sitting next to her

A man of letters, and words, and moods

A man who spent most of his life, deceiving himself

And now, finds himself facing six years in rehabilitation

Prison, and a death sentence on the outside

Sitting next to him, on a banquette, a ballerina

She's had two grapes, a raisin, and a chicklet, and she's full

In fact, she's been stuffed for years

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Knitting their way, in and out of various predicaments

Coloured by the excesses of their ancestors

And close by them, some surreal painter's

Brooding over the very over-emphasis of colour-violence

Violence on the blue end of the scale

Next to them, two off-duty detectives

Checking each other out, next door to the sugarholics

See them shivering, see them staring into the distance

See them growing, oh, see them go comatose, Insulin please, Maître D'

On my immediate right, several politicians, smiling lizard-like

See them assure themselves that their status is indeed quo

Rip up the cheques, said the Maître D', see if I care

I do this for the company,
I've got no-one to trust any secrets to but myself

In the basement, in the vault, in the attic on the walls

Are the pictures I take in part-payment for my time

And the waitress reminds you that in the back room bathed in red

Glowing with the speed of light

That reflects the demands of the living for the dead, are our angels

A host at your service to meet your every need

So, order up, the waitress said, our great café serves everything