He likes to express himself does mister double espresso man,
But doesn't like paying for the privilege, oh no...
The sneaky bastard -
Especially when it comes to coffee!
Trouble is, he needs the extra caffeine,
To stay awake,
To realise new levels of consciousness -
Far removed from the status quo.
Imprisoned within four walls of a large factory complex,
He works all day with nothing to show,
Except for some blisters, a bit of backache perhaps,
The odd hernia, tatty shirt, gravy stains here and there -
Or could that be coffee, overflowing from his greedy cup;
Tidal waves of tan liquid spewing out from within the machine,
From the button his finger could not release for love nor money?!!
Our man needs endless rivers of wake-up juice for a speedy recovery,
From the night before, six double Sambucas, replacing the sugar,
Bleary-eyed, nausea, vomiting...
Still producing great caffè correttos though!
He pleads innocence, shameful of acquiring something for nothing,
Said with a smile on his face, raucous laughter,
Further throwing you off the scent,
So no one can tell what lies behind the motive.
But don't let this man fool you!
Fool you into believing he is holier than thou,
From the seven hills of Rome,
Extinguishing the flame before drinking;
So...mister double espresso man,
How long is this gonna go on?!!