Anonymole – apocryphal agitators

The autumn leaves have fallen,
In the air, the hint of snow,
The wind blows, and you know
you’re gonna have ta’ have just one more cup-a-joe.
(Irish Joe…)

[chorus]
Some like it dressed with cream and sugar,
Some like it black as midnight’s toll.
Some like it laced with mint and molly.
For me, a little ‘Daniels, hard and bold.

Down the street, the lights are glarin’
and the kids keep right on starin’
And you know, that the show
only lasts through December, so…

we go..

.. and head out cuz the cold won’t stop us
struggle with the cash and cards and fuss,
with the ribbons and bows, don’t you know,
that the sales are ending,
and the families, each of them sending,
you photos, you pose, touch your nose,

give a wink and you think that the day after Christmas is sad,
that’s too bad,
aren’t you glad,
that it only comes once every year,
like a fad.
I certainly hope that you like the two shirts that we got you,
they’re plaid.

[chorus]
Some like it dressed with cream and sugar,
Some like it black as midnight’s toll.
Some like it laced with mint and molly.
For me, a little ‘Daniels, hard and bold.

But you know,
when the old year is ending,
winter, its cold fingers tending,
the garden of icicle rows,
hanging low, seem to flow,
down into the mountains of snow;
that it’s time for an extra delightful,
hot piping, steam curling,
tall cup of joe,
Don’t you know.
(Irish Joe…)

[chorus]
Some like it dressed with cream and sugar,
Some like it black as midnight’s toll.
Some like it laced with mint and molly.
For me, a little ‘Daniels, hard and bold.

(Irish Joe…,
hot and strong and heady,
smooth Irish Joe…)