The diner at the end of the road, Was a perfect place to rest, To lose all your troubles, Mend your quarrels, And every other mess, The diner at the end of the road, Had such delicious food, And even though it was unhealthy, We loved it, it was true The diner at the end of the road, Had silver rusted yellow seats, And even with its fatty whiff, It could never be beat The diner at the end of the road, Had benches where we dozed, With wistful dreams, And tasty treats, until it finally closed.