Starbucks Blues
Starbucks Blues is a snarky turn about the vapid lives of the young and rich as demonstrated by their willingness to spend more money on coffee drinks than most people do on their rent and car payments.
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The Starbucks' line’s so slow today
My Benz ran out of gas.
My sister told her ballet coach
That he could kiss her ass.
PBS is back to begging
Norm’s down on his knees.
There’s Laphroaig in the liquor case
But I can’t find the keys.
Chorus:
I’ve got the jittery the skittery
The tapping foot, the shaking knee
I’m so awake I might explode
A double caffeine overload
It’s one to a corner, six to a block
One at six, nine, twelve o’clock
Another cup what did I do?
I’ve got the Starbuck blues.
Yale’s got a quota rule.
The SAT’s a fucking joke.
We spent graduation night
Cruising for a little smoke.
Once I met a girl who wasn’t
Blond, enhanced and thin.
The other girls tore her up
Like she was Gunga Din.
Chorus
Now Liza’s in the stock exchange
And Steve’s designing lingerie.
Michelle has opened her own spa
And produced her mother’s play.
I swim laps in my pool alone.
Both my cell phones never ring.
I clip coupons for a living
With all the joy that that can bring.
Chorus
At noon, I’ll hit the tanning bed
Then meet my sugar at the Gap.
We’ll spend four hours at the mall
Come home with ten more bags of crap.
Remember the next time that we meet
Beneath the Guccis you can’t tell-
Us rich kids from the privileged class
Can make our lives a living hell.
Chorus
© Tom Barlow 2018
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