A Cup of Coffee with Olan Soule

Sunshine peekin' through my windowpane
(Cup of coffee with Olan Soule)
Birds are singin' in the trees again
(Cup of coffee with Olan Soule)
Whistlin' on the street, it ain't no crime
Checkin' my watch, I gotta be on time
Cup of coffee with Olan Soule
Grab my sport coat, got to look my best
(Cup of coffee with Olan Soule)
I'm so glad I got my trousers pressed
(Cup of coffee with Olan Soule)
Gotta be there at half past nine
Lookin' for the diner with the neon sign
Cup of coffee with Olan Soule
Olan complains that I'm givin' him the works
When I poke fun at him for always playin' hotel clerks
So what if he's pissed, 'cause with him it never sticks
He whomps me upside my head with his prehensile, tattooed, slimy, seven-foot-long dick
There's that waitress we saw yesterday
(Cup of coffee with Olan Soule)
Olan likes it when she looks our way
(Cup of coffee with Olan Soule)
Licks his lips and rubs his belly
'Cause she's got a packet of strawberry jelly
Sets it on the table and gives him a wink
And that makes Olan start to think
She might have some reptile blood
'Cause her tail and her scales have started to bud
And she's got a lizard tongue
With crusted blood 'cause she eats her young
Points to the kitchen with a scaly finger
Where a guy with a rash is makin' our dinner
He scratches his balls like a real hash-slinger
And tosses out an order with a zing-dong-dinger