When I wake up each day
I stumbulate my way
Down to the kitchen for my favourite brew
Don't want no orange juice
That stuff just ain't no use
To get me started there's just one thing to do
I take a filter out and grind the beans about
Until that smell is floating rich in the air
I pour the water in and soon it's sputterin'
It won't be long before I'm human again
You would not believe what caffeine does to me
It's a miracle cure

I'm a slave to my coffee
I'm a slave to my coffee
It goes right to my head
And brings me back from the dead
I'm a slave to my coffee
I'm a slave to my coffee

When I get to my job that coffee's wearing off
I need another one - a coffee to go
Before I start computin' while my computer's bootin'
I hit the lunch room for a cappucino
Don't want no Irish cream
That's not enough caffeine
I need a special blend - Columbian dark
I take it black and hot
It really hits the spot
It gives me palpitations deep in my heart
I think this just might be caffeine dependency
But it's just too soon to tell

I'm a slave to my coffee
I'm a slave to my coffee
I'm almost feeling fine
Fill me up one more time
I'm a slave to my coffee
I'm a slave to my coffee
(SOLO)
I'm a slave to my coffee
I'm a slave to my coffee
It goes right to my head
And brings me back from the dead
Oh Yea, I'm a slave to my coffee
I'm a slave to my coffee

Do you realize that you have more than eight items in the express line? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU PEOPLE. You probably hog the bank machine at five o'clock. Sure, I know all about you. Change lanes without signalling - just too busy talking on your cell phone to worry about driving. Inconsiderate moron. You have the nicest eyes I've seen. You live around here or what? Let's go for a coffee after work. I'm serious. What are you laughing at? Alright. Buy your own damn coffee! Have a nice day.

Written by Wray Ellis; produced by Gary Motolla; steel guitar by Burke Carroll; all other instruments played by Wray Ellis. 1995.