You speak to me in sign language

As I'm eating a sandwich in a small cafe

At a quarter to three

But I can't respond to your sign language

You're taking advantage bringing me down

Can't you make any sound

'Twas there by the bakery surrounded by fakery

This is my story still I'm still there

Does she know I still care

Link Wray was playing on a jukebox I was paying

For the words I was saying so misunderstood

He didn't do me no good