Good old coffee, it keeps me awake.
I’m on cup five, here comes the quake.
But coffee keeps me fired and alert.
Too many now, I need to brownly squirt.
No time to doze, and certainly no time to snooze.
My caffeinated fuel has a foul exhaust to use.
The caffeine is good, the caffeine is great.
But my underpants now have a sealed fate.
One last swig of the magical liquid gold.
And the beast floods forth, as once foretold.