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