Show Me the Way to That Old Oyster Bar

Well I took myself down to that old oyster bar
Said you got any mussels and Hollandaise sauce?
A side of French fries and a cold porter beer?
And the waitress she answered ‘I fear we do not’
So I stood there dismayed, I shook my poor head
Said when will my poor luck come to end?
And that waitress she told me not to distress
For if I wanted those things I needn’t look very far
In fact they were close, as close as right next door