IF COFFEE BARS WERE LIKE THEY WERE IN GREENWICH VILLAGE
©Trev Teasdel Coventry c 1972 / 73
I spend my time in coffee bars
Cos that’s where all my friends go to.
It’s somewhere warm where you can get –
a cup of coffee and a view
of waitresses draws, if you’re not too poor!
©Trev Teasdel Coventry c 1972 / 73
I spend my time in coffee bars
Cos that’s where all my friends go to.
It’s somewhere warm where you can get –
a cup of coffee and a view
of waitresses draws, if you’re not too poor!
(Chorus)
Wouldn’t it be nice if coffee bars
were like they were in Greenwich Village,
with folk guitars and a cool, cool atmosphere,
‘stead of Breadhead; shit; plastic fooded Wimpy bars!.
Wouldn’t it be nice if coffee bars
were like they were in Greenwich Village,
with folk guitars and a cool, cool atmosphere,
‘stead of Breadhead; shit; plastic fooded Wimpy bars!.
I spend my time in public bars
cos that’s where all my friends go to.
The Golden Cross and the Dive Bar,
Not to mention all the rest
They’re not cool cos they’re all
Breadhead, big scowls, cop-prowls, shit beer, booze Brothels!
cos that’s where all my friends go to.
The Golden Cross and the Dive Bar,
Not to mention all the rest
They’re not cool cos they’re all
Breadhead, big scowls, cop-prowls, shit beer, booze Brothels!
I spend my time in discotheques,
in crowded little beer bar rooms,
or in the poly tech, where you can hear the sweet sweet sounds of
Led a Zeppalin; Blackfoot Sue; Hi Ella Guru!;
‘Slam it to mee‘ Slade and all the other groovy things
the DJ’s like to play.
in crowded little beer bar rooms,
or in the poly tech, where you can hear the sweet sweet sounds of
Led a Zeppalin; Blackfoot Sue; Hi Ella Guru!;
‘Slam it to mee‘ Slade and all the other groovy things
the DJ’s like to play.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we had some nice places to go,
to call our own,
where money was only a means to an end
and not given to the millionaires to spend.
Where we could have a groovy time
and do the things we’d really love to do.
to call our own,
where money was only a means to an end
and not given to the millionaires to spend.
Where we could have a groovy time
and do the things we’d really love to do.
(An optional verse was, (depending on how pissed the singer was!!)
I spend my time in public loos
Cos that’s where one just has to goo!
Sitting in a cubical
when one has one’s bellyfull
of shit like this!
…..
A kind of humourous performance number I did in some folkclubs not long before we created Hobo – Coventry Music and Arts Magazine and Workshop.
I spend my time in public loos
Cos that’s where one just has to goo!
Sitting in a cubical
when one has one’s bellyfull
of shit like this!
…..
A kind of humourous performance number I did in some folkclubs not long before we created Hobo – Coventry Music and Arts Magazine and Workshop.