Michael Hurley
The Tea Song
Turn on the tea and let it brewI like six cups not one or twoMy nerves are shaking and my heart is breakingIt's just because of all the tea I takeBring out the cups and honey tooTurn on the tea and let it brewI don't care that she's left meJust so long as the cupboard's full of teaPoor old Budda turned into stoneThat's why I drink tea aloneBudda made of stone and his eyes are rubyBut his thoughts and dreams are distilled in the teaI'll drink my tea and sit and drinkConjure up the leprechaun to dance on the steelI'm drinking my tea and it's getting lateThought I heard somebody pass my gateI don't know and I wonder what's to become of meSitting up all night listening to the CBC
From Letras Mania