Such a fantastic song. And these lyrics are wrong. This is a... er... cover (kind of) of an Ella Fitzgerald song, so the lyrics should be more like:
One, one, two, one, one, two,
Move over, move over
Yeah, you heard what I said, move over.
I feel so lonely
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Love's a hand me down brew
I'll never know a Sunday
In this weekday room
I'm talking to the shadows
from 1 o'clock til 4
And lord, how slow the moments go
All I do is pour
Black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday dreams to dry
They say a man is born to go a lovin'
And a woman is born to weep and fret
To stay at home
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
And moody all the morning
Moody all night
And in between I drink
Black coffee
Black coffee
Such a fantastic song. And these lyrics are wrong. This is a... er... cover (kind of) of an Ella Fitzgerald song, so the lyrics should be more like:
One, one, two, one, one, two, Move over, move over Yeah, you heard what I said, move over.
I feel so lonely Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor and watch the door And in between I drink Black coffee Love's a hand me down brew I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday room I'm talking to the shadows from 1 o'clock til 4 And lord, how slow the moments go All I do is pour Black coffee Since the blues caught my eye I'm hanging out on Monday My Sunday dreams to dry They say a man is born to go a lovin' And a woman is born to weep and fret To stay at home And drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes And moody all the morning Moody all night And in between I drink Black coffee Black coffee