John Hiatt. Beneath This Gruff Exterior. How Bad's The Coffee. Zeneszám

How long you been workin' here?

well what do you know about that?

its been thirty years or so

since i bothered lookin' back

it was right in front of me

but now i'm runnin' behind

to get my butt caught up well i need a cup

of the nastiest shit you can find



CHORUS:

how Bad's the coffee

how good's the pie

if you call me " honey"

honey, i'm gonna cry

a whole lot of sugar

a little pinch of salt

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 a still

i could use a stronger brew

one eye doubles my eyesight

so things don't lock half bad

be twice as good, honey if i could

even make you a little bit mad



CHORUS:

how Bad's the coffee

how good's the pie

if you call me " honey"

honey, i'm gonna cry

a whole lot of sugar

a little pinch of salt

you cut my bitter

with your sweet talk



i would call you an angel

but honey, you'd know better than that

just a trucker's dream whit a coconut cream

and a nasty old cup of black

not a word about faded glory

not an trace of bitterness

you leave irony to the likes of me

cause we don't share your finesse



CHORUS:

how Bad's the coffee

how good's the pie

if you call me " honey"

honey, i'm gonna cry

a whole lot of sugar

a little pinch of salt

you cut my bitter

with your sweet talk