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THE TALKIN' OVERPRICED COFFEE AND GAS BLUES
–J. Wrabek
They swapped my favorite coffee shop
For a Starbucks out in the parking lot
Of the truck stop where I normally leave my cash;
An' I thought I'd been smiled on by Lady Luck
When I saw the sign that said "Hey! Four bucks!"
Till the kid said, "That's for the coffee, not the gas."
So there I was in the fast-food lane
With a couple of dollars to my name,
Half asleep with the gas gauge headed for zilch;
And it frosts a man to have to decide
Between bein' awake and bein' able to drive
And givin' his wages to folks that's already rich.
We been savin' the Earth since ‘seventy-three
And most of the savin's been done by me
And people like Starbucks have gotten wealthy as heck;
Now, my truck requires gasoline,
And I don't start without caffeine,
And I'm done saved up and I'd like my planet back.
So I ‘bandoned the truck with the door open wide
(And they c'n have fun pushin' it off to the side)
And I used some words you can't say in a country song;
I guess I won't be needin' that new home loan
And I'll get to spend a lot more time at home
And I don't think I've had a nap in oh, so long..
And that's why I'm cancelling our Starbucks date–
Just can't afford any double lattes–
Besides, I got nothing to drive, so what can I do?
Tell you what–feel free to just come around
And wake me when the price goes down:
Till then, I'm gonna stay at home and sleep and dream of you.
(C) 2007 J. Wrabek dba Outside Services Ltd. All the usual rights reserved just in case. I have no idea whether anything was harmed in writing this song.