In whirlpools I malinger
Contemplating fate
I lick its fickle finger
And I like the taste
I pump up my money maker
I tongue and groove all those mover shakers
Yes I'm a faker
But one thing rings true
Morning coffee and you
A glass and concrete coffin
Eight hours in a day
More meaningless than nothing
And then home again
So pump it up all you money makers
Get tongue and grooving those mover shakers
Guess I'm a faker but what can I do
Morning coffee and you
Morning coffee and you
Morning coffee and you
