Lyrics:
Coffee and tea
Folded napkins and plastic cutlery
Feels like the end of something
I'll have cake or cookies, or nothing
The radio's on, I wish I
could use a cup of tea
Blow my nose into a napkin
Throw it in a trash can
I don't know what's happening
But it's happening to me
I'm alive
So what
So what
You're on ecstasy
I'm on herbal tea
Take a napkin out
Wipe your sweaty brow
Hail a dirty cab
Stinks of beer and shags
Can't get home
and-a, a napkin
And I wrote this down
My tractor's green, my pasture's greener
My tea's sweet but, honey, you're sweeter
And my road is dirt, your
descriptions in my mission when I'm pouring tea
Place the napkin on my lap butter knife right underneath
Sleeping with my eyes open thinking man how could it Be
Be our guest
Be our guest
Put our service to the test
Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie
And we provide the rest
Soup du jour
Hot hors
verse on a napkin
Havin crumpets and tea
That was somewhere in the ends
Where the story begins
It was hotter than a bitch
35 degrees Celsius
If Ya askin
Be our guest
Be our guest
Put our service to the test
Tie your napkin round your neck, cherie
And we provide the rest
Soupe du jour, hot hors
Rose, this is Mr. Goldstone.
Momma Rose
Have an eggroll, Mr. Goldstone.
Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair.
Have a spare rib, Mr.
Be our guest
Be our guest
Put our service to the test
Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie
And we provide the rest
Soup du jour
Hot hors
the Ripper (me like the Ripper)
Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to Flipper (sell water to Flipper)
Uh, I know they tea baggin', bitches is testy
Get
of checks, not my Nikes (yeah)
Cacti's, not no iced tea (ah)
Got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (ah)
You need more than Google just to find me (ah)
I
[Rose:] Have an eggroll, Mr. Goldstone.
Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair.
Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone.
Any spare that I can spare
Have an eggroll, Mr. Goldstone
Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair
Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone
Any spare rib that I can spare I'd be
Saw you at the counter hey
Smiling at me everyday
Tried the bubble tea okay
Guess I'll be back anyway
Asked for extra tapioca
You laughed like it was
Polite request, please dim your lanterns
Excuse me, I must have forgot my manners
Not a wedding planer, but tea time's another thing
Calling all
a napkin
Cook it up marvleous Jack with the dark rum
Spice in the night catch a whiff of the saffron
Running down the street got my back and my ass showin'
you before you wipe me
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (yeah)
Cacti's, not no iced tea (ah)
Got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (ah)
You need
The tea still tastes ever so sweetly
Even when it's been sitting out
Life it gets so hot and heavy
It's the perfect time to notice how
The perfect time
Sit down
This shit getting old
I need a napkin
So much drip, like we finna flood
That's the ironic tea
Sip still on chronic
Collect in the system
of days
But our teas got too cold
You got back to your place
Hand it over just hand it over
Hand it over just hand it over
We wrote down all our fears
Over
Be our guest
Be our guest
Put our service to the test
Tie your napkin round your neck, cherie
And we provide the rest
Soupe du jour, hot hors
and thank the Lord
I've had the napkins freshly pressed
With dessert, she'll want tea
And my dear that's fine with me
While the cups do their soft-shoein'
Man, another day
We got moves to make
Let's get this money
Can you get some tea ready for me
Pass me the lighter
Wake up early in the morning
Still
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