There ain't no right or wrong way, the choice is up to you, As long as that coffee's brewin', and seein' you on through. (Chorus) Oh, coffee, coffee, you're the water of the wise, You open up my sleepy eyes, and help my thoughts arise. From the percolator's rumble to the Chemex's gentle pour, You're the magic in the morning, knockin' softly on my door. So next time you're feelin' weary, or your thoughts are in a haze, Remember the humble coffee bean, in its many wondrous ways. From the mountains where it's grown, to the cup held in your hand, It's a story in a liquid form, understood throughout the land.
