Lyrics

Skating Past The Chef (In The French Restaurant)

We saw the maitre d' and he took a look at we and said, "I cannot let you in this place;
Though we do have fine cuisine, and the prices, pretty mean;
We just don't have a place for you to skate."
(I) looked over at my girl, she said, "Let's give it a whirl," so we took a table up against the wall.
Drinking some fine wine, we were talking over time, getting silly, really having quite a ball.

It was twenty after nine, wine was working overtime, so what did my devious-sweet girl do?
(She) changed to skates from heels in the middle of the meal; crazy as it sounds, it's really true.
I stood up on the table, calling for the waitress, while my sweet honey went skating up the aisle.
(I) found out she'd paid the check, so I said, "What the heck,"
And skated out behind her with a smile.

Skating past the chef in the French restaurant is something that I never thought I'd do.
When I skated past the chef in the French restaurant, was when I knew I was in love with you.

Skating down the street, things were going pretty sweet,
But the maitre d' was screaming from behind.
"Although you paid your bill, you've embarrassed me to hell;
You both will be sorry in a short time."
So my girl picked up the slack; skated right over his back,
(And) through the restaurant doors we once again just flew.
The waitress had a laugh; the busboy, he looked mad,
And the chef just didn't know what he should do.

So we skated past the chef in the French restaurant, something that I never thought we'd do
When we skated past the chef in the French restaurant, was when I knew I was in love with you.

Six months had now gone by, and we talked, my girl and I,
And decided it was time for French Cuisine.
So we went to you know where, and the maitre d' was there,
But surprisingly he wasn't looking mean.
It was then that he explained how commotion we had made required them to add a skating rink.
With a twinkle in her eye and her focus on the kitchen,
My sweetheart didn't take no time to think.

She went skating past the chef in the French restaurant, something that I never thought she'd do.
When you skated past the chef in the French restaurant, was when I knew I was in love with you.

1996 by thomas sparks