Have you seen the young mother lately
Carrying her two months old baby
The bathroom is her nursery
Stretch a rubber band for some relief
Have you seen the old man these days
Wondering if anyone spared him change
He stands in the cold outside the window pane
Wishing everyone good day
Would you like soy in your latte
With an extra shot of blasé
Would you like your ‘cino for here or to go
No receipts, my time is gold
Have you seen the neighborhood boy
You're always praying that he'd have a choice
He had a shot, in the parking lot
What's his name again? We forgot
Would you like soy in your latte
With an extra shot of blasé
Would you like your ‘cino for here or to go
No receipts, life is foam
Would you like your mocha hot or cold
Topped with hypocrisy in an aerosol
Would you like your ‘spresso single or double
Taste the truth, it's quite bold