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Pembroke Tenneson
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Bewitched
I was sat in Starbucks chewing on a muffin,
Outside the fag-addicts huffin' and puffin',
When into the shop walks this girl ragamuffin;
And sits down next to me.
Hair red as Stalin, skin pale as fog,
Clothes from Oxfam, eyes all agog,
Boots from Doc Martin, a grin like a frog.
And she turned to make this plea:
'Won't you buy us a java, mister?
Take pity on a thirsty sister?
If you spring for a java mister
You can come to my jamboree.'
Ooh la la la la...
She was strikingly weird, intriguingly arty.
I went to the counter. I bought her a latte.
I asked her about the promised party...
She sipped teasingly.
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When the coffee was gone she grabbed my hand,
Out in the street she said 'Alakazam!'
And suddenly we're in Wonderland,
For a night of revelry.
Ooh la la la la...
How I got home will never be known.
I had a three day headache. I lay in bed prone.
But now I'm back in Starbucks. All alone.
Bewitched by a memory:
'Won't you buy us a java, mister?
Take pity on a thirsty sister?
If you spring for a java mister
You can come to my jamboree.'
Ooh la la la la...
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