Coffee Ignites My Mind's Revivin'

(to Elton John's "Saturday Night's Alright for Fightin'")

I’m sleeping late, when I hear my mate
“Hon,you know how much I love you dear,
It’s seven o’clock, and I need a shot.
Gonna need a friendly mug of cheer.”

The old sun’s peeking through a window near the ceilin’
And our old kitty leaps from chair
The kitty’s paws fall on my bladder and calls
“I want kitty feast to prepare.”

It doesn’t matter your sleep duration
Stop playin’ sappy violin
Coffee ignites my mind’s revivin’
Hold off with the decaf, friend

Sweepin’ out the webs from a sleepy brain
Wanna cup of brewed delight
‘Cause coffee ignites my mind alright
Coffee ignites, alright, alright, alright

Well I add half and half, no powdered fake
I’ll never use the folly of Coffee Mate
I will make a special mixture of the darker beans
I may fry a couple eggs and warm up andouille.

And on my way to town, if I’m feelin’ light
I may plow through a drive thru for another bite
I’m a sleepy guy looking for another blast
A strong French roast in styrofoamish glass

I want me some of that stimulation
A dose’ll keep my brain a-spin
Coffee ignites my mind’s revivin’
Fuel to make synapses grin

Don’t avoid the pour, don’t you yank my chain
Gonna drain carafe of life
‘Cause coffee ignites my mind alright
Coffee ignites, alright, alright, alright

Caffeinate, caffeinate, caffeinate

Caffeinate, caffeinate, caffeinate

Caffeinate, caffeinate

Coffee ignites my mind...

When Brains Are In Season

(to the Zombies Time of the Season)

When the brains
Are in season
I’m a hungry guy
Pickled lobes
Cerebellum quiches
And then I’ll fry
Up tasty glands

And if I had a mind to
Nibble hands
Till thoughtful treat has come
For when brains are in season
I’m frothing

I obtained
(what’s his name)
Maybe Danny
(spicy laddie this dish)
Quite a dish he be.

His medulla
(in a stew-a)
Mighty fine
(squeeze of lime cook slow)
Cook slow then add his rack of ribs.

Really I’m not pro meat
I can’t stop
A zombie thing you know
When the brains are in season
I’m gobbling

Frightened dame
(I attained)
Maybe nanny
(or a granny I swear)
A delicious treat

Salt is shaken
(add some bacon)
In a brine
(mighty fine then throw)
Then throw on “Kiss the Zombie” bib

You may think I’m lowly
That’s just rot
My diet’s apropros
When the brains are in season
I’m noshing.

Copyright 2010 Warren Baker