Those of you who’ve known me in the flesh, so to speak, may be surprised to hear that I’ve cut back on the amount of caffeine I consume each day. Some of you who remember me from my 26-cups-a-day youth might wonder if “cutting back” means “20 cups a day.”
Believe it or not – and my devotion to absolute veracity and objectivity is well established – I’m down to one cup in the morning. Some days I skip even that. I realize some of you may need to lay down now; I hope I haven’t shocked anyone too badly. The truth is, I no longer need to climb across the ceiling with my teeth every single day, and with much less caffeine, I’m not as hungry all the time – it’s helping with the diet too.
This being, of all the odd things to commemorate, the 200th post here at the Big Ugly Man Doll, I figure it’s incumbent on me to liven the topic up with a short song. And yes, you may be assured that I sound exactly like Roger Whittaker when I sing it. (After all, my devotion to absolute veracity and objectivity is well established.)
Everybody talks about just one cup in the morning. / Just one cup in the morning does you good.
I, myself don’t talk about just one cup in the morning. / One cup in the morning’s understood.
And I can smell a pot of coffee brewing up. / And I smile as go to get my cup.
No-one better call before my one cup in the morning. / If I haven’t had my coffee, just shut up.
I met a man who hadn’t slept since he was twenty. / I met that man when he was twenty-one.
He said he needed more than only one cup in the morning, / don’t he know that Starbucks is open?
And he would put a pot of coffee up to brew. / And when he smiled his hands would shake and he looked all screwy.
Everybody talks about just one cup in the morning. / One cup in the morning’s understood.
And I can smell a pot of coffee brewing up. / And I smile as go to get my cup.
No-one better call before my one cup in the morning. / If I haven’t had my coffee, just shut up.


