[Verse 1]
Arriving on foreign soil
I see a lady with a foreign hairstyle
I thought she'd be a perfect foil
For my protagonist, but meanwhile
She told me her name was "Shaka"
And she smiled while trying not to smile
I snuck another shot of Binaca
And now I find her in the mystery file

[Pre-Chorus]
With all the other brain-washers
My blood on the seat of my '74 Impala, four door
My love obviously going to make you move and holler for more

[Chorus]
Oh-ho I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant

[Verse 2]
I’m meeting with potential buyers
When stopped before I could drink my coffee
Now I’m putting out her fires
And I just can’t get her monkey off me
Time for a new set of tires
To drive me to a new city
Surround myself with new liars
And build a new monstrosity
[Pre-Chorus]
On which to land my helicopter
My blood on the seat of my '74 Impala, four door
My love obviously going to make you move and holler for more

[Chorus]
Oh-oh I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant
I need a restaurant

[Outro]
Big, big business as the makers make
Dirty, dirty business as the takers take
I hate to see you die for a rookie mistake
Stuffing your face with uranium cake
You know I can’t take it when you’re running late
I’m setting you a trap but forgot the bait
I see my fucking food but I’ve gotta wait
I see my fucking food but I’ve gotta wait, oh no
Oh no
Go!