> Take my troubles on a Friday night To the heart of the bistro Among the shadows and the low low lights I can find a release-o . My favorite waitress will be here tonight I love the way she wears those fish-net tights She's so hard to resist-o In this Mondo Sinistro . She picks a menu up and throws it my way With a flick of her wrist-o I'm sitting hoping that the night might take A romantic twist-o . I order chicken and a chilled chablis She brings me grapefruit and a cup of tea She's a little Mephisto In this Mondo Sinistro . I say I really love her dark brown eyes And the way that they tease-o I tell her everytime she passes by I grow weak in the knees-o . I ask her would she like to come and play She blows my candle out and walks away I just cease to exist-o In this Mondo Sinistro In his own words, this was the worst song he ever wrote. It just goes to show ya...