Grinding the beans and warming up my fav'rite cup
Turn on some tunes and my anticipation's up
Water's boiled and I just can't wit to sup
Pouring the coffee and the handle gives away
Crash goes the bodum, black and nasty runs astray
Drowning the stereo, nothing to play
Spilt milk it never really ever bothers me
Even a nice hot tea that's dosed with sweet honey
But when the coffee spills the blues are on me
Walking in winter, in my hand the java's hot
Slipped and there goes two double doubles in one shot
Spilt coffee blues is now all that I got
Brewed in that pot was the spilt coffee blues
Spilt coffee blues got me paying my dues