Pour Me Another Cup of Java
Oh just pour me another cup of java
Nice rich and steaming like hot volcano lava
Rustle me up some bacon and some beans
Even throw in some of those good looking greens
Pop that toaster up come on let's go
Theres some grass that I still gotta mow
Kiss grandma on her rosie cheeks
And even uncle Joe who's fallen fast to sleep
Mop the floor where someone spilled
You can alway's later blame it on brother Bill
Dog's barking at the mailman's feet
Running Jumping growling looking for a treat
Mom yelling for kids to get out of bed
If I have to come up there someone will be dead
Newspaper laying at the front door
Waiting for someone to read it and explore
Clock ticking time to hit the streets
Feeling tired and looking very beat
Wish I had never gotten up
To this hot steaming java that had filled my morning cup
Little Song in head
Gone Wild LOL
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