At The Coffee Pot we like it hot. Grind up the sacred beans
You know the score. Pour me one more. A fresh cup by all means.
We meet and sip to laugh and quip, new friends becoming dearer
Make a date. Won’t it be great to watch the Midnite Mirror?
Barefoot “Susan” walks the earth, no shoes shall hem her in
Adam feels she’s quite a catch, hopes that her heart he’ll win.
On Halloween the costumed preen. Who’ll show at the premiere?
Flattop, Pruneface, Shaky, Shoulders? The villains we hold dear.
So step right up, it’s selling out, hot tickets going fast
Nitrate in his panic room, shall this day be his last?
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