It was my last remaining coffee cup
now it’s just pieces on the floor.
Why did you have to throw that cup
when you walked out the door?
I’m sort of sad you left me,
but it was time to say goodbye.
But you know you could of shook my hand
instead of letting that one good cup fly.
How will I drink my coffee
now that my one good cup is gone?
I have pot full of fresh coffee
but my one good cup is gone.
I can’t drink my coffee right out of the pot.
I know it’s time for me to roam.
Goodbye and good riddance
you’ve given me no choice.
I’ll go stepping out for my coffee now
You’re making me rejoice
for the freedom from home brewing
and a chance to meet somebody new.
Guess I’ll throw on my coat
and head down to the corner.
Gonna get me a table for two.