The 2 Twangs - Combo Plate #1 Lyrics

Lonely Friday evening
Roaming Fun and Games
A glow air hockey table
Spoke my name
Suddenly a vision
Reflected in the puck
A doorway in the ceiling
Opened up
Voices from above
Sang "Hey, son"

You gotta drive back to Rudy's
Before the day is done, for a
Combo Plate number 1
(Drive back to Rudy's)
For a little fun
And a Combo Plate number 1

Woke up Saturday morning
Drove up to your town
There was nothing for me to do there
But circle around
Played your Donovan mixtape
Gave myself the blues
Pulled into the left lane
Set the cruise
Knew just what to do
To forget you

Said I'm gonna drive back to Rudy's
Get a table in the sun, and a
Combo Plate number 1
(Drive back to Rudy's)
For a little fun
And a Combo Plate number 1
Side of queso
Dos Equis please
A las tres I'll order me another one of these
Gotta drive back to Rudy's
Before the day is done
For a Combo Plate number 1

Get yourself, get yourself that platter
Nothin' else, nothin' else gonna matter
Order up one combination platter tonight
You can kneel if your life is broken
You can steal if you've spent your tokens
But this deal, it's for real
I understand about whatever you feel
But c'mon down to Somerville
Maybe we can split the bill
If you drive back to Rudy's
Before the day is done
For a Combo Plate number 1
(Drive back to Rudy's)
For a little fun
And a Combo Plate number 1
Uno es triste
Dos es mejor
No digas que hemos terminado mi amor
Just drive back to Rudy's
You're the only one (I'd let sample my)
Combo Plate number 1