David L.
Google
“Lonely Cakes & Tinsel Rage”
Birthday bells for my mum today,
Rollin’ up to a hall that steals your breath away,
Christmas dressed sharp, lights on fire,
Every corner screaming class and choir.
Service hit fast, service hit true,
Eyes on the table before we even knew,
Smiles, timing, nowhere to hide—
Attentive crew with punk-tight pride.
Yeah the food was nice, but it cried for a friend,
Sandwiches lookin’ lonely at the bitter end,
Cakes standin’ solo like a band with no drums,
So close to perfect—just feed us some more, come on!
Ambience thick like a power chord hum,
Fireplace glow, yeah the room says “come,”
Christmas decor? Absolute class,
Beyond professional—kick the bar, smash the glass.
Tea poured clean, plates laid straight,
No rush, no drag, no second-rate,
They nailed the vibe, they nailed the day,
Just one small thing standin’ in the way.
Yeah the food was nice, but it cried for a friend,
Sandwiches lookin’ lonely at the bitter end,
Cakes standin’ solo like a band with no drums,
So close to perfect—just feed us some more, come on!
This ain’t hate, this is love yelled loud,
Best damn service in a Christmas crowd,
Great place, great time, memories made,
Just pad those plates—let decadence rage.
Final Chorus
Food was nice, yeah we’ll say it again,
But give those cakes a full damn gang,
Ambience rules, service slays,
Almost perfect—just one more tray.
Outro
Turn it up, don’t change a thing—
Except the portions. 🎸