The Greasy Spoon

He, worked in a diner, makin' hamburgers for the men who drive the trucks.
She, was a mayliner, in Philadelphia that’s considered upper crust.
Though, they loved each other, her stuffy father had forbidden them to speak.
So, they get together, within the shadows from the moonlight on the street.
Love, love will surely find a way-ay-ay.
Love, by a diner 'neath the moon.
Love, love will surely win the day, okay.
Love, love beside the greasy spoon.
So, he got a letter, it was turned underneath her window to elope.
She, was so excited, she doted on each word or had some hero spoke
Now, three long years later, they’re selling hamburgers at 40 cents a piece.
Though, it ain’t no palace, they both look happy on their flat of smoke and
grease.
Love, love will surely find a way-ay-ay.
Love, by a diner 'neath the moon.
Love, love will surely win the day, okay.
Love, love beside the greasy spoon.
Love beside the greasy spoon.