Coffee fiends, both of them. I don’t pretend to understand the words, I think the point is the play of the sounds. And do I need an excuse to listen to Laurel Masse?
Sunday, 31, May, 2009
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William The Coroner's Forensic Files 
Good video! and coffee= good!
Comment by Old NFO — Sunday, 31, May, 2009 @ 20:06 |
One version of the lyrics:
“I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup
I love java, sweet and hot
Whoops Mr. Moto, I’m a coffee pot
Shoot the pot and Ill pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup
Oh slip me a slug from the wonderful mug
And I’ll cut a rug just snug in a jug
A slice of onion and a raw one
Draw one –
Waiter, waiter, percolator
I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup
Now there are Boston beans (soy beans)
Itty bitty green beans (cabbage and greens)
But I’m not keen about a bean
Unless it is a chili chili bean (Talk it, boy!)
I love java sweet and hot
Whoops Mr. Moto I’m a coffee pot (yeah)
Shoot me the pot and Ill pour me a shot
A cup, a cup, a cup (yeah)
Slip me a slug of the wonderful mug
And I’ll cut a rug as snug in a jug
Drop your nickel in my pot joe
Takin’ it slow
Waiter, waiter, percolator
I love coffee, I love tea
I love the java jive and it loves me
Coffee and tea and the java and me
A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, boy!”
Comment by Thoryke — Monday, 1, June, 2009 @ 15:18 |