Well, there is another rest'rant, sir, it's just across the street;
They serve the very best of foods, the very choicest meat.
They tell me that for restaurants that place is hard to beat,
It's a truly lovely rest'rant, and it's right across the street.
[as Customer:] I'll follow your advice, and gladly eat across the road,
And I'll recommend to no-one any meal in this abode.
I leave you and, good riddance, you may now resume your seat,
For I'm going off to have a proper meal, a wholesome meal,
Yes, I'm going off to have a decent meal across the street.
[as Waiter:] If you think I've lost a customer, well, that is where you're wrong,
'Cos here's the final twist to end this operatic song.
Perhaps you may have guessed it; It's fairly plain to see,
That that first-class place across the road is owned, in fact, by me!
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