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by oatmale
1665 days ago
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Morning has broken Mr. Coffee has spoken The familiar wake-up call Sings to my ears I wake up with a shrug To the floor with a thud Where in this hellhole is my coffee mug? I can now face the day On legal speed (The American way) I'm sketching I'm seizing I'm spazing I'm shaking I can not stop spilling on my brand new shirt I-I-I'm wored I'm so inspired I drank the entire pot So off to work Here I come to save the day On legal speed (The American way) Drinking coffee I drink coffee Drinking coffee everyday https://open.spotify.com/track/4zDXcKIWCKWpPzeyOWhM6y?si=wJX... |
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Coffee, Coffee, Coffee Sung to the tune of “Holy, Holy, Holy” ------------------------------------------------- Coffee, Coffee, Coffee, Praise the strength of coffee. Early in the morn we rise with thoughts of only thee. Served fresh or reheated, Dark by thee defeated, Brewed black by perk or drip or instantly.
Though all else we scoff we Come to church for coffee; If we’re late to congregate, we come in time for thee. Coffee our one ritual, Drinking it habitual, Brewed black by perk or drip instantly.
Coffee the communion Of our Uni-Union, Symbol of our sacred ground, our one necessity. Feel the holy power At our coffee hour, Brewed black by perk or drip or instantly.