It’s an Art Gillian Bevan

There's some as don't care
When they put down the plate, there's a sound
Not with me!
When they move a chair
It will scrape with a grate on the ground
Not with me!
I will have my hand right when I place a glass
Notice how I stand right as customers pass
Serve a demi-tasse with a gesture so gentle
Or do it again till it's near oriental
La, la la, la la, la!

It's an art! It's an art!
To be a fine waitress
To see that you pleasure each guest
There's a twist
To my wrist
When I bring your steak in
And watch how I take in
Your liver and bacon
It all needs to be stylish and smart!
That's what makes it an art

I remember one day
As I do now and then, I had shakes
Down I went
There with my tray
Full of coffees and cordials and cakes
Down I went
But I kept my poise — not one guest heard me fall
Never made a noise, not one noise, food and all
If you have to crawl, you give 'em what they like
You carry your tray like
It's almost ballet-like!
La-da-da-da-da-da-la-da-da-da-da-da-dum