Joltin' joe or mocha fine, Fill 'er up, right to the line. A little cream, or make it black; I crave the great big punch it packs. Got hooked at twenty, in college days Kept me focused, out of the haze. Got good grades but never slept, Ever full my cup was kept. Never iced, I like it hot, Sip it down, it hits the spot. Hold the lattes, tall and grand, Put just plain coffee in my hand. Gets me through those work filled hours, It surely has some magic powers. My desktop cup is always full Six cups a day, and that's no bull. Gotta have it, I'll never stop, 'Cause it's good to that last drop. The best part of wakin' up Is java, java, in my cup. Mister coffee, up all night, Waiting there with filter white. On the counter, clicks on at five, And brews that brew so I'll survive. Ground up beans, darkly roasted, In the can near my bagel toasted. Or sometimes cereal, eggs and steak, but always coffee, for goodness sake!