Watch The Java

I used to go down to the popsicle stand,

’til I found out it’d been blown

by a people from a foreign land.

I said, ”This is not my home.”

I used to go down to the coffee shop,

’til I watched the java burn.

It takes an hour to read the morning paper.

It takes a minute just to learn…

Who you are, is not a matter of finding yourself.

Who you are, is in who lives within you,

and who he is, is not a camera or a mirror.

Who he is, a forever friend.

I used to go to Tom S. Lubbock High,

and I stayed there ’til the end.

But I realized I was lonely

when I made my one-hundredth friend.

Who you are, is not a matter of finding yourself.

Who you are, is in who lives within you,

and who he is, is not a camera or a mirror.

Who he is, a forever friend.

What I was, was someone else.

Well, that don’t matter now.

Who he is, is in this book,

and he can show you…

Who you are, is not a matter of finding yourself.

Who you are, is in who lives within you,

and who he is, is not a camera or a mirror.

Who he is, a forever friend.

I used to go down to the church house,

but I never understood.

But he always understood me,

and he said that I am good.

I used to go down to the popsicle stand.

Mister Teapot

Mister Teapot asked Miss Cookie Jar to his house by the sea, 
He said, “I’m a little teapot, short and stout, why don’t you marry me?” 
We can go to the city! I’ll be a waiter and you can teach.”

They unfolded their checkered napkin and ate cookies on the beach.

Mister fork eyed Little Miss Spoon across the beef stew. 
He said, “Hey Miss Spoon, I sure would like a spoonful of you.”

They got the knife to do the wedding for Mr. Beef, Chicken, and Pork.

They hopped into the dishwasher, and out came nine baby sporks!

We go together like carrots and peas,

cinnamon and sugar,

ham and cheese!

Like peanut butter and jelly, just to name a few, 
but they don’t go together like me and you!

I know it’s easy for kitchen utensils to fall in love, as I’m sure they often do, 
but Mister Teapot ain’t got no idea ’bout how much I love you. 
Let me be your Mister Teapot, baby, even though I’m short and stout 
’cause baby, love’s forever, yes sir, and I know we’ll work it out.