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written by Richard Ruane, copyright Okey Dokey Folkie Music (BMI)
Morning
finds me waking up, I head on out for that loving cup. I’ve
got the right spot to start my day, I’m a regular now at Zipporah’s Café. It’s
down in the basement with the walls painted black, I go take my usual booth in
the back. A
waitress comes by to take an order from me. She’s bored but assured and says,
“What’ll it be?” What’ll
it be? What’ll it be? What’ll it be? I
want it, milk no sugar, I don’t want tea. I
need it, milk no sugar, desperately. I
love it, milk no sugar, I hope the second cup’s free. I
come here for the scenery. Afternoons
when I’m slowing down, I’ll head on out and go into town. I’ve
got the spot for the slow midday. It’s a hole in the wall they call “Chez
Desolate.” I
open the door and people turn from the sun, and every table here only seats one. I
go to the counter and I wait patiently ‘til the man in beret says “What’ll
it be?” What’ll
it be? What’ll it be? What’ll it be? I
want it, milk no sugar, I don’t want tea. I
need it, milk no sugar, desperately. I
love it, milk no sugar, I hope the second cup’s free. I
come here for the company. I
don’t need it, I’m alright. I can stop this any time that I like. But
I don’t have any reason to stop, when I know that it’s good to its last
dreggy drop. I
want it. I need it. I love it. I
want it, milk no sugar, I don’t want tea. I
need it, milk no sugar, desperately. I
love it, milk no sugar, I hope the second cup’s free. I
come here for the scenery. I
come here for the company. I
come here for the bonhomie. I
come here to restore my chi.
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