Cup Of Brown Joy – Elemental

Possibly the best Rap about a cup of tea EVER!


Lyrics:

Love a cup…. I would… ah, God yes!
Ooh that is gorgeous. Yeah!

I need a cup of the brown stuff, the shade of an acorn.
Made warm by the same source that I take my cakes from.
Using a tea pot, a mug, or fine china…
Being hooked up to IVs, and constant supplies.

…and the ___ of my urges might verge on the verge of an earthy brown tea.
I’m certain it’s worth it.

We ___ to workers and use a fresh fountain,
I deserve brews from Peruvian mountains.
I’ve slurped up a cup from an elephant’s trunk
with a couple of monks who utterly stunk.

I’ve had bourbons with sultans and creams with queens,
and I’ve bathed in Earl Grey. I’m really that keen!
And missionaries dismiss me for my singular epiphany.
The difference between him and me is a simple sip of British tea!

So when times are hard and life is rough,
You can stick the kettle on and find me a cup!

Now when I say Earl Grey, you say yes please!
Earl Grey — yes please!
Earl Grey — yes please!

When I say Assam, you say lovely!
Assam — lovely!
Assam — lovely!

When I say ooh, you say ahh!
Ooh — ahh!
Ooh — ahh!
Ooh — ahhhhhh!
(muttering?)

I’ve been around the world in 80 brews
to see the place you take me to
to make the brew that tastes like the cream cakes made by angels do.

I’m not the same as you; get shaky with ___.
To swig amazing fluids, but don’t make it the same.
Now, using fine leaves, picked by pretty maidens,
in a bag knitted by a seamstress who lives in Copenhagen.

Brewed up in a pot made of semi-precious metal
And then let the bless-ed contents settle in my very special kettle.

Now, when I say Oo, you say long.
Oo–long!
Oo–long!

When I say herbal, you say no thanks.
Herbal — no thanks!
Herbal — no thanks!

Mmm….no! No, I want.. I want milk in it.
Strong though! I want to see that spoon stand up!

If you’re tired of tea, then you’re tired of life!
Ah-ha! I’m madder than a hatter. It defies my might!
Liken me to Earl Grey, Assam, or Ginger
Lapsang Soushong raise my pinky finger.

Keep your sodding coffee in a proper copper coffee pot.

…. and spot me loving teapot
coffee clocks, nodding off
lost a plot, sodding off
Need some caffeine added and a Batternburg to top it off.

Cut them off a different block. A different lot can take their pay on
80 cups a day, I haven’t slept for 80 years!
You can say I’m mad with tea, or, or just say I’m mad.
Oh, you can’t stay any longer? Oh..
Actually, I’m I’m quite glad.
All the more Battenburg for me!
I can barely pour, my hands have got a bit shaky from caffeine.
Oh, I love it though.
I’d sell my own grandma for a cup.
Well, I’d sell your grandma for a cup…

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13 Responses

  1. Hey, I was looking for lyrics for this and couldn’t find them, so I did my best…

    http://tippyleaf.com/blog/uncategorized/elemental-moog-tea-hilarity-ensues/

    If you have corrections or can fill in the blanks, please leave a comment there. Thanks!

  2. Almar Zamasee says:

    I’m not the same as you; get shaky with ___.

    Aim.

    There you go 😉

  3. Abel Fancy says:

    We Sherpers who word heards and use a fresh fountain,

  4. Abel Fancy says:

    We Sherpers who WORK heards and use a fresh fountain,

    Sorry!

  5. The crazy bannana says:

    and spot me loving teapot
    poxy rotten coffee shop

  6. The crazy bannana says:

    and the food? for my urges might verge on the verge…………

    Need some caffeine, tannin and Batternburg to top it off.

  7. moog says:

    WITH Sherpers…

    and spot me lobbing teapots at your poncey rotten coffee shops…

    but a drip for my urge might verge on perverted…

    🙂

    good work!!

  8. Laura J says:

    TippyLeaf’s site is down, so these errata may already have been covered. Thanks very much to whoever did the initial transcript:

    ….…and (a group for?) my urges might verge on perverted, but earthy brown tea?
    ….We Sherpa to workers and use a fresh fountain,
    …..Ah-ha! I’m madder than a hatter. It fires my might!
    …. and swap me loving teapot for your poncey rotten coffee shop
    coffee clots, nodding off
    lost a plot, sodding off

  9. Altissima says:

    Been hooked up to IVs, need constant supplies
    And a DRIP for my urges might verge on perverted
    But for earthy brown tea, I’m certain it’s worth it

    And missionaries dismiss me for my singular epiphany.
    The DIFF between him and me is a simple sip of British tea!

  10. Jonny B. Goode says:

    Brilliant.

    My take on the missing lyrics:

    …and the drip for my urges… (drip makes sense with the preceding line regarding an IV)

    We shirk a few workers and use a fresh fountain…

    (That line’s hard… it does sound like it could be “sherpa”, too. Neither way really makes much sense… Could also possibly be “we shirk a few work hours” with his accent making the word “hours” sound like “‘ers”.)

  11. Rockula says:

    ‘pseudo-Anglophiles’? How can he be a blooming ‘pseudo-Anglophile’.
    He’s British.

  12. Phill says:

    Love a cup…. I would… ah, God yes!
    Ooh that is gorgeous. Yeah!

    I need a cup of the brown stuff, the shade of an acorn.
    Made warm by the same source that I take my cakes from.
    Using a tea pot, a mug, or fine china…
    Being hooked up to IVs, and constant supplies.

    …and the ___ of my urges might verge on the verge of an earthy brown tea.
    I’m certain it’s worth it.

    We ___ to workers and use a fresh fountain,
    I deserve brews from Peruvian mountains.
    I’ve slurped up a cup from an elephant’s trunk
    with a couple of monks who utterly stunk.

    I’ve had bourbons with sultans and creams with queens,
    and I’ve bathed in Earl Grey. I’m really that keen!
    And missionaries dismiss me for my singular epiphany.
    The difference between him and me is a simple sip of British tea!

    So when times are hard and life is rough,
    You can stick the kettle on and find me a cup!

    Now when I say Earl Grey, you say yes please!
    Earl Grey — yes please!
    Earl Grey — yes please!

    When I say Assam, you say lovely!
    Assam — lovely!
    Assam — lovely!

    When I say ooh, you say ahh!
    Ooh — ahh!
    Ooh — ahh!
    Ooh — ahhhhhh!
    (muttering?)

    I’ve been around the world in 80 brews
    to see the place you take me to
    to make the brew that tastes like the cream cakes made by angels do.

    I’m not the same as you; get shaky with ___.
    To swig amazing fluids, but don’t make it the same.
    Now, using fine leaves, picked by pretty maidens,
    in a bag knitted by a seamstress who lives in Copenhagen.

    Brewed up in a pot made of semi-precious metal
    And then let the bless-ed contents settle in my very special kettle.

    Now, when I say Oo, you say long.
    Oo–long!
    Oo–long!

    When I say herbal, you say no thanks.
    Herbal — no thanks!
    Herbal — no thanks!

    Mmm….no! No, I want.. I want milk in it.
    Strong though! I want to see that spoon stand up!

    If you’re tired of tea, then you’re tired of life!
    Ah-ha! I’m madder than a hatter. It defies my might!
    Liken me to Earl Grey, Assam, or Ginger
    Lapsang Soushong raise my pinky finger.

    Keep your sodding coffee in a proper copper coffee pot.

    …. and spot me loving teapot
    coffee clocks, nodding off
    lost a plot, sodding off
    Need some caffeine added and a Batternburg to top it off.

    Cut them off a different block. A different lot can take their pay on
    80 cups a day, I haven’t slept for 80 years!
    You can say I’m mad with tea, or, or just say I’m mad.
    Oh, you can’t stay any longer? Oh..
    Actually, I’m I’m quite glad.
    All the more Battenburg for me!
    I can barely pour, my hands have got a bit shaky from caffeine.
    Oh, I love it though.
    I’d sell my own grandma for a cup.
    Well, I’d sell your grandma for a cup…

  1. February 23, 2009

    […] §12 — A Cup of Brown Joy, by Mr Elemental — When hyper-caffienated pseudo-Anglophiles drink tea and rap about it. (Lyrics) […]

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