Waverly

There's a restaurant in the East Village Where all the waiters are celebrities My first love waited hours in the back Making brazen advances towards Waverly There's lore of a movie star leaving His number for them on an old receipt All I know is that they didn't call him What a mystery, Waverly Hey, I live across the street and I wanted to know, would you be my friend? Won't call again I'm a patron dressed up like a person I'm a creature instead of me Dark at night and sunlight in the morning Decide that I'll try aging gracefully Here are all of my friends and my parents This is my birthday party You can push all the tables together But you can't pull one over on Waverly Hey, I live across the street and I wanted to know, would you be my friend? Don't call again