Brewin’ the Coffee at Starbucks

(To the tune of “Killing Me Softly with His Song”)

Customer comes to the counter
Orders a soy-based latté
Brewin’ the coffee at Starbucks
How did I end up at Starbucks?
Spinning my wheels here at this job
Makin’ the coffee – every day

I graduated college
And had a lot of debt
But when I looked for jobs I
Found myself quite upset
Cuz there were no positions
Except this one a servin’

Customers up at the counter
Mixing their custom lattés
Brewin’ the coffee at Starbucks
Selling my soul here at Starbucks
Numbing my senses with each cup
Brewin’ up coffee – constantly

I want to be an artist
Of musical renown
My songs would speak to people
If e’er they felt down
But my creative spirit
Evaporates when I hear

Customers up at the counter
Ordering Venti lattés
Makin’ the coffee at Starbucks
Pouring my heart out at Starbucks
Bleeding my talents on orders
Makin’ the dark roast – all the time

Instrumental

I hope it’s not a pipe dream
That I get to perform
And my creative efforts
Can take the world by storm
But up until that happens
My energy will go towards

Customers up at the counter
Ordering custom lattés
Makin’ the coffee at Starbucks
Biding my time here at Starbucks
Pushing the house blend of java
Makin’ the dark roast – nine to five

Fade out