Do do do do, do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do
I am sitting in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in
Do do do do, do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do
It is always nice to see you
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them
And instead I pour the milk
Do do do do, do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do
I open up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had heard of
And I'm turning to the horoscopes
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone's watching me
And so I raise my head
Do do do do, do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do
There's a woman on the outside
Looking inside does she see me?
No she does not really see me
She sees her own reflecion
And I'm trying not to notice
That she's****ching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings
Her hair has gotten wet
Do do do do, do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do
Oh this rain it will continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
...And I'm thinking of your voice
Do do do do, do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do
I am sitting in the morning
At the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter
For the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in
Do do do do, do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do
It is always nice to see you
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them
And instead I pour the milk
Do do do do, do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do
I open up the paper
There's a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinking
It was no one I had heard of
And I'm turning to the horoscopes
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone's watching me
And so I raise my head
Do do do do, do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do
There's a woman on the outside
Looking inside does she see me?
No she does not really see me
She sees her own reflecion
And I'm trying not to notice
That she's****ching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings
Her hair has gotten wet
Do do do do, do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do
Oh this rain it will continue
Through the morning as I'm listening
To the bells of the cathedral
...And I'm thinking of your voice
Do do do do, do do do do
Do do do do, do do do do