In the Tines

Little girl, little girl, what have I done
To make you treat me so
You've caused me to starve, you've caused me to decline
You've caused me to leave my forks at home

In the tines, in the tines, where the sun never shines
And your silver points all lined in rows

The longest meal I ever ate
Went down that Buffet Line
The Mostacholi emptied at six o'clock
The Swedish meatballs gone by nine

In the tines, in the tines, where the sun never shines
And your silver points all lined in rows

I asked my waiter for the soup of day
He said he throwed the utensils away

In the tines, in the tines, where the sun never shines
And your silver points all lined in rows
Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo