The trouble with the world today it seems to me
Is coffee in a cardboard cup.
The trouble with the affluent society is coffee in a cardboard cup.
No one's ever casual and nochalant.
No one wastes a minute in a restaurant.
No one wants a waitress passing pleasantries,
Like "Hi-ya Miss, Hi-ya sir. May I take your order please?"
The trouble with the world today, it's plain to see is everything
is hurry up.
It's "Rush it through. Don't be slow. B.L.T. on rye to go, and coffee."
I think she said "coffee."
I know she said "coffee in a cardboard cup."
The trouble with the helter skelter life we lead
Is coffee in a cardboard cup.
The trouble with psychologists agreed is coffee in a cardboard cup.
Tell me what could possibly be drearier,
Than seaboard from the Belnord cafeteria.
Seems to me a gentleman would much prefer an
"Afternoon! How you been? Would you like the special, sir?"
The trouble with the world today, it's plain to see is everything is hurry
up.
There's Ready Whip, instant tea, Minute Rice and my oh me,
There's coffee." I think she said "coffee."
I know she said "coffee in a cardboard cup."
