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STARBUCKS SONG

Written by: Barry P. Foley
Copyright © 27 May 2013

You might find me at a WalMart buying things I don't need
Or picking some flat top guitar til my fingers nearly bleed
You might find me in a Golf Shop, dreaming that I'm Tiger Woods
Or looking at a Playboy magazine, wishing that I could
You can find my picture on a big old poster by a rusted pick-up truck
One place you won't ever find me Is in a Starbucks

1st Chorus
Now I like my coffee sweet and hot, as much the any man
But five bucks a cup with funky flavors I have to take a stand
You might call me old school, treat me like an old fool, down on his luck
But you'll still ain't find me, Spending my money in a Starbucks

You might find me at flea market every other weekend
Or find me in a Junk Yard, visiting all my old friends
You might find in a T-Shirt with a picture of Dale Earnhart
Or taking to my baby on a cellular phone that ain't necessarily smart
Or dressed up like a monkey in a formal rented tux
But one place you won't ever find me Is in a Starbucks

2nd Chorus

Now I love my coffee sweet and black as much the any man
But a latte with froth and sprinkles won't be found in my hand
You might call me hillbilly, treat me like I'm silly cause I love Monster Trucks
One place you won't find me, wasting my money in a Starbucks
Vanilla latte or Chocolate Chip Frap, with a shot of peppermint flavor

Remember down at Starbucks, refills will always save ya
Espresso, cappuccino, latte and  ten kinds of mocha
Hit the drive thru and pick one up on your way to yoga
They got a $7 import,  I hear is REALLY deluxe
I don't care if they give it away, You ain't gonna find me, in a Starbucks

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