Fun For a Price Dallas
Old City Park I went last night,
Admission price, it's outta sight,
Night it was the weather was cold,
Many were there young and the old,
Hotel, office, homes to go through,
Better walk fast else you turn blue,
With Walt, Diane, Baby, and me,
The hotel first on things to see,
It wasn't big, two stories not three,
Still some missing where could it be,
Built in aught four the first guide said,
Nineteen-eleven the next one read,
Salesmen stayed at Inns back then,
Tales they would tell of places they'd been,
Beating pans anouncing their stay,
Drumming up business, old cliche,
Doctor's office, gables for trim,
If you weren't well, you went to him,
Bullets removed, dental chair,
Set your bones, your teeth pulled there,
Powders, potions, and herbs galore,
Today found in a health food store,
It was getting close, time to eat,
One more place then gotta beat feet,
In this house, a family well off,
With rooms down and others aloft,
No closets built back long ago,
They taxed all rooms, wouldn't you know,
Those with less, one story not two,
There life simple, their collars blue,
Kitchen and living, one big room,
Two bedrooms, porch, and one straw broom,
Thin walls and kids, they slept each night,
For mom and dad, not too much delight,
Old City Park the palce to eat,
No reservation, got no seat,
Turkey and ham, tonight's entree,
Down home cooking, yummy I'd say,
Our salad first, dressing on top,
Four bites I'm finished, guess I'll stop,
Ice tea, coffee, the breaker blew,
So our waitress said no more brew,
Excited, when our food came out,
Though it was a stingy amount,
Dressing, potatoes, gravy, beans,
Those in jail eat better it seems,
One cup drank with our meal tonight,
Warmed my cup, put out the light,
Coffee again to our suprise,
The cups were cold, the steam didn't rise,
Five or six bucks, it wouldn't be bad,
Fourteen ninety-five, we've been had,
Pie included with what we had,
Apple or pumpkin, pumpkin sad,
Desert finished, waitress returned,
There isn't a check we all learned,
Business card with amount on back,
I looked at it, heart attack,
Seventy-six point forty-two,
I think someone tightened the screw,
Tip included we soon found out,
Expressed my dislike I didn't shout,
We paid the tab no extra tip,
I'm feeling the screw in my hip,
Take my advice and don't eat there,
As you'll find out the price isn't fair.
Copyright © Sammy Holt Sr | Year Posted 2005
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