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