Okay, here's my "number two": YOU'VE GOT A BLEND (Tune: James Taylor's "You've Got a Friend") When your face is stubbled And you need some coffee there 'Cause nothin', no, nothin' else wakes you right Hold your nose; the stink, you see, Is from the derriere Of toddy cats pooping with all their might You just feed civets fruit And you know, whenever they "toot', Beans come runnin' (a-runnin' yeah) from each little end Grind up those beans when they fall Put a name on Starbucks' wall And you'll see there, yes you will: You've got a blend If a guy should shove you When the Starbucks starts to crowd Then your own "south wind" should begin to blow Folks will head for cover When you rip one out loud It smells like what you drank just a while ago You just feed civets fruit And you know, whenever they "toot', Beans come runnin' (a-runnin' yeah) from each little end (oh baby, don't be grossed out) Grind up those beans when they fall Put a name on Starbucks' wall And you'll see there, yes you will: Hey, it ain't good, as "joe", but you've got a blend That people will treat like gold! They'll buy it but never try it And they'll take it all if you let them Oh, sure, there's more you'll get them You just feed civets fruit And you know, whenever they "toot', Beans come runnin' (a-runnin' yeah) from each little end (oh baby, don't they pass out) Grind up those beans when they fall Put a name on Starbucks' wall And you'll see there, yes you will: You've got a blend You've got a blend Ain't it brewed for "joe"? You've got a blend Ain't it good? Well, no. You've got a blend Oh, yech, yech You've got a blend.
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