Get up in the morning
First thing to do
Get that cup of coffee
Pumping inside of you

It's not the blood inside of me
That keeps me standing upright
It's that whole pot of coffee
That gives me dawn's first sight

Into the car and off to work
Sittin' right there close by
That big cup a Java
Without it, I would die

Nine o'clock...coffee
Ten o'clock...coffee
I drink it all through the day
Keep that stuff flowin'
It makes me feel "OK"

On my way home now
My coffee I must take
What would I do without it
I need it for survival sake

Ahhhh...home at last
Still chuggin' this brew
I just love my coffee
Without it...
What would I do

Night is here, moon is high
Counting sheep half past three
Too much coffee
Inside of me!!

© Kathryn Sunday Davis
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