How Bad’s the Coffee? Songtext
von John Hiatt & The Goners

How Bad′s The Coffee

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