Well, the smoke in here
Is like the L.A. smog
And the jukebox is ten years old
They got a pinball machine
That pays off in nickels
And posters saying, "Down with the rock'n'roll"
A picture of beer
Only cost you a dollar
The deviled eggs and the pickles are free
And on Saturday night
When they get it all right
It's home, sweet home to me
They got a bouncer that boxed
In the golden gloves
So you hardly ever see a fight
They got a cocktail waitress
That could be in the movies
And bingo for the family every Monday night
It's the swingingest joint
From L.A. to Vegas
If you're ever there you'll agree
It's called Tony's tank up
Drive-in cafe
It's home, sweet home to me
Now Tony's got a scar
Over his left eye
That he didn't get in Sunday school
There's a room in the back
For the local hustlers
Who's only source of income is shooting pool
I highly recommend it
To the rich or poor
If excitement is your cup of tea
Go to Tony's tank up
Drive-in cafe
And have yourself a drink on me
They got a cover special
That's free with a fill-up
And all the latest eight-track tapes
Free showers and towels
And bunks for overnighters
And the doll make you wake-up calls
From six to eight
You name it they got it
If they don't they'll get it
If it falls between A and Z
That's Tony's tank up
Drive-in cafe
A place that means the world to me
Go to Tony's tank up
Drive-in cafe
And have yourself a drink on me