Comin' Right Up - Bruce Willis

May I take your order?

Bourbon rocks, splash of water

Comin' right up Comin' right up All alone?

Don’t be nervous

Bruno’s here baby, I’m at your service

Tending your cup

Sit down, belly up Ask for anything and I’ll say-yup!

Comin right up Need a match?

On the double

Sulphur preparation, that’s no trouble

Comin right up I got that comin right up What’s that?

Am I free later?

Let me put it this way

Does a comet leave a crater?

I’ll check my book-my, my, what luck

A bottle of our best champagne

Comin right up We toasted everything

That’s worth imagining

She told me stories that would melt a stone

I managed to just keep hold of myself

She blew a little kiss, so shy and sensuous

Then disappeared into the night alone

She left a map on a ten-dollar bill

Underneath her glass in a vodka spill

Midnight I pushed the buzzer

Guessed right cause it was her

Ninety-ninth floor

Baby, It’s Bruno I’ll be right up I knock-I take a look in High heels-dinner cookin'

Yes, thank you make mine

A Manhattan bone dry

Don’t forget that little cherry on top!

Comin' right up