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Hello, coffee, my old friend I've come to order you again I hear the grinding of espresso beans I need a double shot of pure caffeine And the indie band on the speaker soothes my brain, so I'll remain Within the sounds of Starbucks Tried to brew my own at home But felt so quiet and alone I'll need to be up in the morning rush Where the leather chairs are soft and plush And I'll drink a grande cappuccino with a pumpkin scone and charge my phone Listen to the sounds of Starbucks Then I heard an awful scream They had totes run out of cream A new employee spilled the coffee grounds And the W-Fi went completely down And the lady in yoga pants threw her latte at the wall, the cops were called Then came the sound of sirens In the drive-through lane, I saw A thousand hipsters, maybe more People paying without drinking People waiting, they were all freaking People going off 'cause they couldn't get a carmel frappe, holy crap A riot started at Starbucks While a Bible study prayed Baristas formed a barricade The manager cried out a warning To the angry mob that was forming And he said, "I checked Google Maps. There's another one across the street," so we stampede And return to the sounds of Starbucks Source: https://songtexte.co/en/tim-hawkins-sounds-of-starbucks-lyrics-5782c2
