As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Seattle morn
Another little coffee stand is born - espresso

And the East-siders sigh
Cuz if there's one thing that they don't need
It's another young man on caffeine - espresso

Oh people don't you understand
This man needs a helping hand
He's gonna grow to be a cranky old fart some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we too wired to see
Do we simply turn our heads and sip the other way

And his stomach churns

And the stressed-out yuppie, coffee stains on his clothes
Speeds down 405, whipped cream on his nose - espresso

And his tongue burns

So he starts to roam the streets at first light
He downs double shots and he's wound up tight - espresso

Then one day in desperation
The young man breaks away
He steals a steamer and coffee too
Then jumps into his BMW

And the foam flies

And a crowd gathers around the dying young man
Face down in the street, broken mug in his hand - espresso

And as the yuppie dies
On a cold and gray Seattle morn
Another little sidewalk stand is born - espresso

And Starbucks sighs