Текст: Mighty Mighty Bosstones. Cowboy Coffee.

To put up with the output I don't think about it
Hold on and hold out or I'd be left out without it
Things better get better I gotta get
Thing's should get good but they haven't yet

While these things keep bringing and bringing me grief
I've got that one something that still brings relief
While these things keep bringing and bringing me grief
I've got that one something that still brings relief

Cowboy coffee and chemical cream
Ride, ride, ride on my stallion of green
Midnight flower, sleep in the flowers
And dream, hurricane, breakneck speed, rapid fire, dreams

It's not that it's boggin' or cloggin' my head
It's not that I'm swamped buried under near dead
It's just the daily grind to bring the daily bread
I wasn't born rich, I'm good looking instead

While these dailys dille-dallie and I'm daily employed
I've got that daily something that's daily enjoyed
While these dailys dille-dallie and I'm daily employed
I've got that daily something that's daily enjoyed

So cowboy coffee and chemical cream
Ride, ride, ride on my stallion of green
Midnight flower, sleep in the flowers
And dream, hurricane, breakneck speed, rapid fire, dreams