Stopped by a diner, and the blond behind the counter
Asked if she could help in any way
I could tell by her smile, her number I could dial
If I was in the need of company
I asked her for some Java
Instead she brought a cup of chickory
A taste of Java, is like a volcanic rush
Nobody's gonna stop me from drinkin too much
Costs many more than you care to pay
But money is nothin, compared to a fired-up day
Don't try to cheat, it's impossible to beat
The only pick-me-up that's here to stay
Java Blues, coffee's got me
Java Blues, coffee coffee coffee
Java Blues, well the coffee's got me
Java Blues, coffee coffee coffee
You know that I'll stay high
Drinkin coffee till I die
Java blues
Won't you boil me water, fill up my cup
You know it takes a lot to keep me up
Down in Bolivia, the people are insane
They want as much for Java as they do for cocaine
Don't try to cheat, it's impossible to beat
The only pick-me-up that's here to stay
Java Blues, coffee's got me
Java Blues, coffee coffee coffee
Java Blues, you don't know what it does to me
Java Blues, coffee coffee coffee
You know that I'll stay high
Drinkin coffee till I die
Java Blues
I thought that Java Blues was what you got when you have a mismatched nested brace in your code that you just can't find, and the compiler keeps saying "nuh-uh! Won't compile the code until you fix it!" This is a really great mood shot though; it could be straight out of the 50's with Edward Hopper sitting in a corner booth getting some inspiration.
