Sunday
Jonathan Larson
[DINER WORKERS (SPOKEN)]
Straight back and to the left
Pick up those fucking eggs
B...ring! B...ring!
Who took my rye bread?
Four waters to table seven
I'm sorry, we don't deliver on Sunday
I need table three for two, yesterday
Is there a list?
Harrington? Harrington?
Kaplan, K-A-P-L-A-N for seven

[JON]
Order

[DINER WORKERS (SPOKEN)]
No, I'm sorry, those people were here first
We don't have tables for seven
Are we in smoking?

[JON]
Tension
[MAN (SPOKEN)]
I'll have the salad Nicoise and some honey bread

[JON]
Balance

[WOMAN (SPOKEN)]
I said, I wanted an omelet with no yolks
That's why you're just a waiter

[JON]
Brunch

Sunday
In the blue, silver chromium diner
On the green, purple, yellow, red stools

Sit the fools
Who should eat at home
Instead they pay on

[ALL]
Sunday...

[JON]
For a cool orange juice or a bagel
On the soft, green cylindrical stools
Sit the fools
Drinking cinnamon coffee
Or decaffeinated tea
[ALL]
Forever...
In the blue, silver chromium diner

[JON]
Drips the green, orange, violet drool

[ALL]
From the fools

[JON]
Who'd pay less at home
Drinking coffee

[ALL]
Light
And dark

[MICHAEL]
And cholesterol
And bums
Bums, bums, bums, bums
Bums, bums, bums, bums
Bums

[ALL]
People screaming for their toast
In a small SoHo cafe
[JON]
On an island in

[ALL]
Two Rivers
On an ordinary
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday!

[MICHAEL]
Brunch...
Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2001, titled "Sunday", by artist "Jonathan Larson".