Here I go, woo!
Back up!
Watch out!
Y`all done wound me up
`Bout to show you what I`m working with

Well, Ali Baba, he had them forty thieves
Scheherazade had a thousand tales
But, master, you`re in luck because up your sleeves
You got a brand of magic never fails
You got some power in your corner now
Heavy ammunition in your camp
You got some punch, pizazz, yahoo and how
All you gotta do is rub that lamp
And then I`ll say

Mr. - (man, what`s your name)
Whatever, what will your pleasure be
Let me take your order
I`ll jot it down
You ain`t never had a friend like me

Life is your restaurant
And I`m your maitre d`
Come on, whisper to me whatever it is you want
You ain`t never had a friend like me

We pride ourselves on service
You`re the boss
The king, the shah
Say what you wish
It`s yours! True dish
How about a little more baklava?
Have some of column \"A\""