Black Coffee, blue mornin’
Toast is burnin’ and the rain keeps pourin’
Bad feeling I’m losing you
Black Coffee, green envy
Jealous of the way that you used to love me
Bad feeling I’m losing you
Black Coffee by Lacy J. Dalton
Im feelin mighty lonesome
Haven`t slept a wink
I walk the floor from nine to four
In between I drink
Black coffee
KD Lang Black Coffee
It’s amazing how quickly grunge was co-opted.
I just went to the Indigo Girls concert at Wolf Trap, and they sang one song I’d forgotten to add–
Suzanne calls from Boston, the coffee’s hot, the corn is high
And that same sun that warms your heart will suck the good earth dry
–“Get Out the Map”
OK, I think most people are posting pop song lyrics that are about coffee.
The first thing I thought of was an old ad, that I still find myself singing the jingle to all the time for Cain’ s coffee. Picture yourself in 50s style ‘supper club’ with a Dean Martin / Vic Damone / Tony Bennett type of person singing at the night club… (link to wave file at end)
Let your life slow down
Take a real look around
Have a cup of Cain’s
For that flavor in moments you’ll savor
And then give yourself some time
And make it easy on your mind
With a cup of Cain’s;
It’s a coffee blend you’ll want
Again and again.
first thing that came to mind is from David Bowie’s ‘Oh You Pretty Things’
*
“Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I’ve made some breakfast and coffee”*
The Monkees–Early Morning Blues and Greens
My steaming coffee warms my face
I’m disappointed in the taste.
But there’s a peace the early brings
The morning world of growing things.
And I will drink my coffee slow
And I will watch my shadow grow
And disappear in firelight
And sleep alone again tonight.
ETA: I am sometimes amazed at the SDMB’s ability to pull things out of my brain that I haven’t thought about in decades.
Dethklok - “Duncan Hills Coffee Jingle” (from Season 1, Episode 1 of “Metalocalypse”)
*The Duncan Hills awake you
From a thousand deaths.
A cup of blackened blood. (Die, Die)
You’re dying for a cup.
Guatemala blend
Ethiopian
French Vanilla Roast (Die, Die)
You’re dying for a cup.
*
I called my momma, she was out for a walk
Consoled a cup of coffee but it didn’t wanna talk
- Jewel, You Were Meant for Me
(Video clip) Sugar Shack - Jimmy Glimer and the Fireballs
About a beatnik coffee house. Sample lyric:
Well it’s just a coffee-house and it’s made out of wood
Espresso coffee tastes a-mighty good
Also:
Englishman in New York - Sting:
I don’t drink coffee I take tea, my dear…
Chemical Brothers
Where do I begin (Sung by Beth Orton)
Sunday morning I’m waking up
Can’t even focus on a coffee cup
Don’t even know who’s bed I’m in
Where do I start
Where do I begin
Back in March, in our Bernadette Peters concert, my chorus (North Coast Men’s Chorus) performed “Coffee in a Cardboard Cup” . . . complete with elaborate “choralography.” And just last week we performed it, and six other songs, at the GALA festival in Miami. “Coffee” got us a huge standing ovation.
*The trouble with the world today, it seems to me
Is coffee in a cardboard cup.
The trouble with the affluent society
Is coffee in a cardboard cup.
No one’s ever casual or nonchalant.
No one wastes a minute in a restaurant.
No one wants a waitress passing pleasantries
Like “How ya miss? How ya sir? May I take your order please?”
The trouble with the world today, it’s plain to see
Is everything is hurry up.
It’s rush it thru, don’t be slow,
B-L-T on rye to go and
Java - cup of joe - espresso - cappuccino
Black coffee in a cardboard cup.
The trouble with the helter-skelter life we lead
Is coffee in a cardboard cup.
The trouble with the world today, it’s plain to see
Is everything is hurry up.
There’s Ready Whip, ‘lectric shaves, Minute Rice and microwaves
And coffee in a cardboard cup.
The trouble with the world today, beyond a doubt
Is coffee in a cardboard cardboard cup.
Etc., etc., etc.*
The singing and “choralography” began rather slow, then built up speed and intensity as we drank cup after cup of coffee . . . finally ending up in a double-time frenzy in which one guy actually fell off the riser.
Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy
May it Always Be
And in the morning we’ll wrestle and ruin our stomachs with coffee,
Won’t we be, won’t we be, won’t be happy?
I’ve always loved the that line to describe a post-coital morning.