Coffee Dreams

And they're all singing songs that mean nothing to me
And a man leaps about in my head.
His blazer's b'dazzled with braided gold rope
And his hair tosses 'bout gingerly.
For the music he hears, loud as bumble bee tears
I mean bees, I mean beers,
I mean BEARS!
And now big bouncing balls, roll into the hall
That was painted by hand in the year
That the godfather, grandfather, great father, (god)
Birthed culture and all things supreme,
But the gold paint and carved wood look suddenly dull
With bears rolling big bouncy balls
And shouting out
"Cheers! To long happy years"
As they drink from their frothy brown mugs.