Coffee Homeground
Down in the cellar,
You're getting into making poison,
You slipped some on the side,
Into my glass of wine,
And I don't want any coffee-homeground.
Offer me a chocolate,
No thank you spoil my diet, know your game!
But tell me just how come
They smell of bitter almonds?
It's a no-no to your coffee homeground.
CHORUS
Pictures of Crippin, lipstick-smeared,
Torn wallpaper, have the walls bot ears here?
Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna-in the coffee.
And you won't get me with your arsenic, -in the pot of tea
And you won't get me in a hole to rot (put me in a six foot plot).
With your hemlock on the rocks.
Where are the plumbers, Who went a-missing here on Monday?
There was a tall man,
With his companion,
And I bet you gave them coffee-homeground.
Well maybe you are lonely,
And only want a little company,
But keep your recipes for the rats to eat
And may they rest in peace with coffee-homeground.
CHORUS