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COFFEE

Well I rise each morning to the same routine
Inspect my teeth before I pick them clean
Contemplate my English dream and drink coffee
And I ponder for a while as to where I’ve been
The night before to make my thoughts so lean
I wonder over to the coffee machine and drink coffee



I’m a low rent, high mile son of a bitch
But I get the job done, yeah I get the job done
I’m acutely aware of this perennial itch
Something’s lurking in the water tank



I step out to work for another day
The money’s poor but it tests my grey
And it keeps me in food and Nescafe, my coffee
And I sing at night just to pay my way
I kid myself I’ve got something to say
But I’d just as soon go home and maybe drink coffee



I’m a low down, high five son of a bitch
But I get the job done, yeah I get the job done
I’m acutely aware of this perennial itch
Something’s lurking in the water tank



So I go back home with a sense of dread
Attempt to recall all the things that I’ve said
As the last bell chimes I’m in my bed with my coffee



I’m a low paid, high five son of a bitch
But I get the job done, yeah I get the job done
I’m acutely aware of this perennial itch
Something’s lurking in the water tank
Yeah something’s lurking in the water tank



I’m a low down, high rise son of a bitch
But I get the job done, yeah I get the job done
I’m acutely aware of this perennial itch
Something’s lurking in the water tank
Yeah something’s lurking in the water tank

(Copyright Jules Benjamin)

From the album 'Studebaker's Dozen'

Coffee - Jules Benjamin
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