In whirlpools I malinger Contemplating fate I lick its fickle finger And I like the taste I pump up my money maker I tongue and groove all those mover shakers Yes I'm a faker But one thing rings true Morning coffee and you A glass and concrete coffin Eight hours in a day More meaningless than nothing And then home again So pump it up all you money makers Get tongue and grooving those mover shakers Guess I'm a faker but what can I do Morning coffee and you Morning coffee and you Morning coffee and you