Lyrics:
dessert
She'll want tea
And my dear that's fine with me
While the cups do their soft shoeing
I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing
I'll get warm
Piping
farewell sweet lover, farewell
I'm sorry we never said goodbye
So farewell sweet lover, farewell
Left with a tear in your eye
Must've been brewing for
farewell sweet lover, farewell
I'm sorry we never said goodbye
So farewell sweet lover, farewell
Left with a tear in your eye
Must've been brewing for
Missus Sally Adams
Requests the pleasure of your company
At a supper and dance a farewell party
That she's giving at her house tonight
Missus Sally
no, not into another thing
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm glad
Because it's time to
Say that you're listening to the National Bum
Rushing Company and we're
With dessert, she'll want tea
And, my dear, that's fine with me
While the cups do their soft-shoeing
I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing
I'll get
blowing
Oh your boys in Washington I don't know what they're doing
They're selling you out there's trouble a brewing
From your New York Island to the San
Dm Dm7/C G A
They should have known that trouble was brewing
Dm Dm7/C Asus4 A
They should have seen what the old men knew
Bb F/A
They should have
Dm Dm7/C G A
They should have known that trouble was brewing
Dm Dm7/C Asus4 A
They should have seen what the old men knew
Bb F/A
They should have
Aye ouu aye
Theres a storm a brewing outside
Theres a storm a brewing outside
Every time I look around it’s all in my sight
Aye, sit back an get high
Words to describe Nicaragua of old
Cash crops and hunger and US control
Coffee and sugar on company land
Made to supply what the boss would demand
of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said you're judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it goes down
They'll kill you if you
a California girl
War had changed her whole world
Her daddy died in Vietnam
She lost her husband in Lebanon
She was drivin' back to Washington
To get
With dessert
She'll want tea
And my dear, that's fine with me
While the cups do their soft shoeing
I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing
I'll get warm
I can feel it brewing
Anxiety in my veins
No specific person
To filter my complaint
Oooh, oooh, oooh... this is my curse
Waiting and wanting your
years away!
En Washington
Next up, ding, Kevin Rosario
He runs the cab company, he struggles in the barrio
See, his daughter Nina's off at college,
"Company's here. Use your fork and spoon"
Unless they want to be the next Ambassador to the moon.
Chorus
No one tells the President,
No one tells
company, we do it right and we'll make money
The dogs are barking, I feel it coming inside
My rage is brewing, I need to leave politely
as a unit so you know we refuse to lose
I got my eyes on the lies from Washington
I'm a survivor, I know how the West was won
See a show and tell, the way
really is bothering
Said I already got a therapist
Counts all my tears
Keeps me company in the pits
I only trust Him, he's all I need
Gives me peace and I
The first one, the last one
Every one between
They've been battered and broken
A little like me
It's calming, yet harming
To have some company
There is joy and fun together with whiskey brewing,
We got off to a good start.
Potatoes and rye and other Stuff,
Because the anticipation is in
I'm shadow banned and censored because I'm a Democratic Man?
Washington Bills are hidden by being bundled
Fear is being advertised so Democracy can be
I just see the fools in front of me
So I'm cool and comfy, around these fools and they company
I can act a fool too, ask dude if he want me
I stay
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