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.