We pulled out from st. mary's And peered out of the back It didn't take us long To find a place to eat A fantasy of love and marriage - A world of food and sleep A ho jo's on waukegan Is where it all began Everything (everything) Was going well As well as the beetle ran You count the red cars heading north I'll count the blues due south Whoever racks the highest count Can tip the waitress out We eat with just one hand The other two are clasped We're hiding all the time in the world Let's hope the feelings last A fifty-fifty shot That one day we'll be back Let's hope the coffee still comes cold And the toast is served black CHORUS Now we've got three decades on our belts The same two wedding bands We haven't killed each other yet But we eat with both our hands You've gained a couple of pounds I lost a little hair A choked up waitress tears on check When she finds out why we're there A ho jo's on waukegan Is where the bug remains Everything's (everything's) still going Fine underneath the weather vane You count the blue cars headin' north I'll count the reds due south Whoever racs the lowest count Can tip the waitress out