Lyrics to How Bad's The Coffee
How long you been workin' here?
well what do you know about that?
its been thirty years or so
since i bothered lookin' back
it was right in front of me
but now i'm runnin' behind
to get my butt caught up well i need a cup
of the nastiest shit you can find
CHORUS:
how Bad's the coffee
how good's the pie
if you call me " honey"
honey, i'm gonna cry
a whole lot of sugar
a little pinch of salt
you cut my bitter
with your sweet talk
i don't want no cappuccino
a whole lotta latte won't get me through
i got an iron will, and a gut like a still
i could use a stronger brew
one eye doubles my eyesight
so things don't lock half bad
be twice as good, honey if i could
even make you a little bit mad
CHORUS:
how Bad's the coffee
how good's the pie
if you call me " honey"
honey, i'm gonna cry
a whole lot of sugar
a little pinch of salt
you cut my bitter
with your sweet talk
i would call you an angel
but honey, you'd know better than that
just a trucker's dream whit a coconut cream
and a nasty old cup of black
not a word about faded glory
not an trace of bitterness
you leave irony to the likes of me
cause we don't share your finesse
CHORUS:
how Bad's the coffee
how good's the pie
if you call me " honey"
honey, i'm gonna cry
a whole lot of sugar
a little pinch of salt
you cut my bitter
with your sweet talk
well what do you know about that?
its been thirty years or so
since i bothered lookin' back
it was right in front of me
but now i'm runnin' behind
to get my butt caught up well i need a cup
of the nastiest shit you can find
CHORUS:
how Bad's the coffee
how good's the pie
if you call me " honey"
honey, i'm gonna cry
a whole lot of sugar
a little pinch of salt
you cut my bitter
with your sweet talk
i don't want no cappuccino
a whole lotta latte won't get me through
i got an iron will, and a gut like a still
i could use a stronger brew
one eye doubles my eyesight
so things don't lock half bad
be twice as good, honey if i could
even make you a little bit mad
CHORUS:
how Bad's the coffee
how good's the pie
if you call me " honey"
honey, i'm gonna cry
a whole lot of sugar
a little pinch of salt
you cut my bitter
with your sweet talk
i would call you an angel
but honey, you'd know better than that
just a trucker's dream whit a coconut cream
and a nasty old cup of black
not a word about faded glory
not an trace of bitterness
you leave irony to the likes of me
cause we don't share your finesse
CHORUS:
how Bad's the coffee
how good's the pie
if you call me " honey"
honey, i'm gonna cry
a whole lot of sugar
a little pinch of salt
you cut my bitter
with your sweet talk
Songwriters: HIATT, JOHN
Publisher: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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