Drip Drop Drip Drop Coffee Pot

Drip Drop
Drip drop, drip drop,
Coffee pot,
Drop drop, drip drop,
Coffee pot;

I’m old and rusty,
I need to be replaced.
I get in the way,
And I’m hard to clean.

I’m a bug magnet,
And my coffee tastes bitter.
I’m an obstacle,
And it’s hard to pour.

I’m a hard worker,
But I don’t do well alone.
You can’t leave me on,
I’ll get too hot inside.

I’m struggling,
And I’m tired of fighting;
I want to be replaced,
I want a new life.

I’m an old coffee pot.
I’m an old coffee pot.
I’m an old coffee pot.

Drip drop, drip drop,
I’m a bug magnet.
I’m an old coffee pot.

     
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