How Bad's the Coffee?

How long you been working here?

What do you know about that?

It's been 30 years or so

Since I bothered looking back

It was right in front of me

But now I'm running behind

To get my butt caught up, well, I need a cup

Of the nastiest shit you can find

So how bad's the coffee?

How good's the pie?

If you call me "honey"

Honey, I'm gonna cry

A whole lotta sugar

A little pinch of salt

Well, you cut my bitter

With your sweet talk

I don't want no cappuccino

A whole lotta latte won't get me through

I got an iron will and a gut like steel

I could use a stronger brew

One eye doubles my eyesight

So things don't look half bad

Be twice as good, honey, if I could

Even make you a little bit mad

So how bad's the coffee?

Oh, how good's the pie?

If you call me "honey"

Honey, I'm gonna cry

A whole lotta sugar

A little pinch of salt

You cut my bitter

With your sweet talk

Alright

Well, I would call you an angel

But honey, you know better than that

Just a trucker's dream with a coconut cream

And a nasty old cup of black

Not a word about faded glory

Not a trace of bitterness

You leave the irony to the likes of me

'Cause we don't share your finesse

So how bad's the coffee?

Oh, how good's the pie?

If you call me "honey"

Honey, I'm gonna die

A whole lotta sugar

A little pinch of salt

Well, you cut my bitter

With your sweet talk

You cut my bitter

With your sweet talk

Well, you cut my bitter

With your sweet talk

You cut my bitter

With your sweet talk