COFFEE IS THE DRINK FOR ME (BJO'S SONG)
(learned from the author Larry McCombs in about 1975; tune: Oleanna)
There is a drink that I adore, I guzzle it from morn til night.
When I stagger down the stairs to face a newly dawning day,
When my nerves are all a-jangle, panic signals at their worst,
I went to see my doctor, and he said, You'll have to take your ease,
There are many substitutes, and I've tried the most of 'em,
So you will have noticed, friend, the sad condition I am in,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
When I am twitchy, sad or blue, I down a cup, then I'm all right.
I enjoy a glass of milk, or a well-brewed cup of tea,
But, my friends, there is no doubt that coffee is the drink for me.
I need a cup to wake me up and clear the mists of night away.
I enjoy a glass of milk...
I sip a bit, and very soon, those tiny flavor buds will burst.
I enjoy...
You've got an ulcer, that's your trouble, that'll be ten dollars please.
I enjoy...
But the worst of all I know is that there stuff called Post-uv-um.
I enjoy...
I bravely smile, then lift my cup, and down my Sanka once again!
I enjoy...