on a dark n rainny sunday, cool wind in my hair
warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
up ahead in the distance, i saw a shimmering light
my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
i had to stop for the bald-head...
there he stood in the doorway;
i heard the mission bell
and i was thinking to myself,
'this could be heaven or this could be hell'
then he lit up a candle and he showed us the way
there were voices down the corridor,
i thought i heard them say...
welcome to the Coffee Bastard La
such a lovely place
such a lovely face
plenty of water at the Coffee Bastard La
any time of year, you can find it here
His mind is tifiny-twisted, he got the 150 paid;
he got a lot of pretty, pretty girls, that calls water pumpers,
how they pumped hot water in our mugs, and served fried chicken rice...
some tricks to remember, some tricks to forget...
so i called up the captain,
'please bring us our wine'
he said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since 1969'
and still those voices are calling from far away,
wake you up in the middle of the party,
just to hear them say...
welcome to the Coffee Bastard La
such a lovely place
such a lovely face
we eat it up at the Coffee Bastard La
what a nice surprise, bring u malegebis...
mirrors on the ceiling,
the pink orange no ice
and he said 'we are all just criminals here, of our own device'
and in the master's chambers,
we gathered for the "feast"
we want stab him with their steely knives,
but we just can't kill the beast...
last thing i remember, i was
running for the door
i had to find a burger to stand
to the place i was before
'relax,' said the right man,
we are programmed to set u up.
you can checkout any time you like,
but you can never owe me!
Welcome to the Coffee Bastard La...
Such a lovely place,
Such a lovely face...