Each night I come back, to the same bar stool,
To see who'll be the next, to be a table 6 fool.
See, the girls at table 6, are the prettiest little things.
But I've never heard them say "yes", strange as it seems.
So each night I come back, and I sit, and I wait,
To see what poor guy will step up to the plate.
"Here's one now"
This guy's actin' like it's Broadway in a 6th street pub.
He says, "Why won't those girls look my way?" and I give him a shrug.
I was sure the girls could smell his cologne,
From their seats three tables away,
And that's why they left him alone,
But he said, "Just not my day."
So he walked away not the least bit discouraged,
To try another day, and test his leisure suit and courage.
"But wait what's this?"
One night I'm sitting in my same ol' seat with my same ol' drink
When I see a table 6 shoot me a wink.
I laughed to myself and I sat there a while.
And I didn't care much, though it brought me a smile.
So I finished my drink and had no reason to stay.
I paid all my tab and went on my way.
"Oh but there's more."
As I walked out the door I felt this tap on my shoulder.
And this beautiful girl said, "Hey where you goin' to?"
I said, "I'm just headed home, I live in the sticks."
And I couldn't believe it, a girl from table 6.
She said, "That's a pretty long drive and it's gettin' late.
Why don't you come with me, we'll make it a date."
Well the girls and table 6 had never said yes.
But they were waiting for me to try, I guess.
