I take my troubles on a Friday night 
To the heart of the bistro 
Among the shadows and the low low lights 
I can find a release-o 

My favorite waitress will be here tonight 
I love the way she wears those fish-net tights 
She's so hard to resist-o 
in this Mondo Sinistro 

She picks a menu up and throws it my way 
With a flick of her wrist-o 
I'm sitting hoping that the night might take 
A romantic twist-o 

I order chicken and a chilled chablis 
She brings me grapefruit and a cup of tea 
She's a little Mephisto 
In this Mondo Sinistro 

I say I really love her dark brown eyes 
And the way that they tease-o 
I tell her everytime she passes by 
I grow weak in the knees-o 

I ask her would she like to come and play 
She blows my candle out and walks away 
I just cease to exist-o 
In this Mondo Sinistro