Spare Change for Coffee Lyrics

It’s a Sunday morning I’m feeling dead.
Maybe I should just stay in bed.
I fumble with my clothes and I stumble cross the room.
Into the kitchen I’ve got no food.
I look everywhere but it wrecks my mood.
And there’s no kind of coffee to be brewed.

Chorus
I got spare change for coffee or maybe a slice of cake.
Some spare change for coffee and that will be my fate.
Bridge
Chorus
But I got spare change for coffee or maybe a slice of cake.
Some spare change for coffee and that will be my fate.

My heads kinda cloudy I’m also lost.
Bills piling up in the letter box.
I look down the road and the bus is running late.
Leave me more time to contemplate.
Why I didn’t stay in bed more late.
Fed-up facing all the pressures that I dread.

Chorus
But I got I got spare change for coffee or maybe some ice-cream cake.
Some spare change for coffee and that will be my fate.
But I got some spare change for coffee or maybe some Madeira cake.
Some spare change for coffee and that will be my fate.
I got some spare change for coffee or maybe some Madeira cake.
Some spare change for coffee and that will be my fate.
I got spare change for coffee or maybe some chocolate cake.
Some spare change for coffee and that will be my fate.