JOHN'S NOT MAD    

Advert soap washes whiter
TV tastes so much nicer with coffee mate
On a first date upstairs to heartache
Polly put the kettle on and tell me where you’ve been
Sucked into the rattling palms of David Niven’s coffee beans

John’s not mad, his shelves are fully stacked
And the sight of Gold Blend makes his stomach churn
John’s not mad spitting Supermarket Sweep
And the sight of Nesquik makes him feel sick

The red truck inches forward
You’re simply the best, much better than all the rest
Steamy windows no substitute innuendos
For after dinner coffee I think I’ll get my coat
And you can go hitch a ride in Chris Eubank’s juggernaut

John’s not mad, his shelves are fully stacked
And the sight of Gold Blend makes his stomach churn
John’s not mad spitting Supermarket Sweep
And the sight of Nesquik makes him feel sick

Feel the taste, smell the aroma
Malignant melanoma, Gareth Hunt, New Avenger
New range of coffee blender
Scraping the bottom of the barrel and scrabbling round the bins
For an out of date celebrity prostituting coffee beans

John’s not mad, his shelves are fully stacked
And the sight of Gold Blend makes his stomach churn
John’s not mad spitting Supermarket Sweep
And the sight of Nesquik makes him feel sick