When you really need that cappuccino fix |
Coffee, that marvelous flavorful bean the slightest aroma makes my body fiend Craving a cup of that liquid black gold I'll sip it scalding or I'll drink it cold. I love me a fine cappuccino, Frothy milk, sugar and some mean beano! I drank one there at San Marino, Dropping dollas at the casino. Add some vodka and it becomes Russian Too much can give a nasty concussion. Swap it with whiskey, hey, now it's Irish! Providing courage to fight this virus. I love how it jolts my slow brain awake And gives me a jitter, tremor, or shake. My family thinks I might be obsessed, I say it's all nonsense, give it a rest. You know I've had that quirky twitch, That wide-eyed stare, that nagging itch, Wait, come back here with that pot! Cutting me off? That's what you thought. I have myself a secret stash, In case I have a sudden crash You're telling me you have that too? A desperate plan begins to brew. Now I'm here in a padded cell. Why you ask? I'd rather not tell. But I guess we have some time. It was a coffee-related crime. I scream and shout but it's no use They won't bring me that sweet bean juice I dream of it, always, you see. That bitter, heavenly, warm coffee. |