Morning finds me waking up
I head on out for that loving cup
I've got the right spot to start my day
I'm a regular now at Zipporah's Café
It's down in the basement with the walls painted black
I go take my usual booth in the back
A waitress comes by to take an order from me
She's bored but a**ured and says, "What'll it be?"
What'll it be?
What'll it be?
What'll it be?
I want it
Milk no sugar, I don't want tea
I need it
Milk no sugar, desperately
I love it
Milk no sugar, I hope the second cup's free
I come here for the scenery
Afternoons when I'm slowing down
I'll head on out and go into town
I've got the spot for the slow midday
It's a hole in the wall they call "Chez Desolate"
I open the door and people turn from the sun
And every table here only seats one
I go to the counter and I wait patiently
'Til the man in beret says "What'll it be?"
What'll it be?
What'll it be?
What'll it be?
I want it
Milk no sugar, I don't want tea
I need it
Milk no sugar, desperately
I love it
Milk no sugar, I hope the second cup's free
I come here for the company
I don't need it, I'm alright
I can stop this any time that I like
But I don't have any reason to stop
When I know that it's good to its last dreggy drop
I want it
I need it
I love it, love it, love it, love it
I want it
Milk no sugar, I don't want tea
I need it
Milk no sugar, desperately
I love it
Milk no sugar, I hope the second cup's free
I come here for the scenery
I come here for the company
I come here for the bonhomie
I come here to restore my chi