Paroles de How Bad's The Coffee

How long you been workin' here? Well, what do you know about that? Its been thirty years or so Since I bothered lookin' back It was right in front of me But now I'm runnin' behind To get my butt caught up, well I need a cup Of the nastiest shit you can find How bad's the coffee How good's the pie If you call me honey Honey, I'm gonna cry A whole lot of sugar A little pinch of salt You cut my bitter With your sweet talk I don't want no cappuccino A whole lotta latte won't get me through I got an iron will, and a gut like a still I could use a stronger brew One eye doubles my eyesight So things don't lock half bad Be twice as good, honey if I could Even make you a little bit mad How bad's the coffee How good's the pie If you call me honey Honey, I'm gonna cry A whole lot of sugar A little pinch of salt You cut my bitter With your sweet talk I would call you an angel But honey, you'd know better than that Just a trucker's dream whit a coconut cream And a nasty old cup of black Not a word about faded glory Not an trace of bitterness You leave irony to the likes of me Cause we don't share your finesse How bad's the coffee How good's the pie If you call me honey Honey, I'm gonna cry A whole lot of sugar A little pinch of salt You cut my bitter With your sweet talk