47 cup minimum...
47 cups of coffee on the wall,
47 cups of coffee...
take one down, pass it around,
47 cups of coffee on the wall!
47 cups of coffee on the wall,
47 cups of coffee...
take one down, pass it around,
47 cups of coffee on the wall...
We got POT... of coffee
We got DOSES... of coffee
We got chocolate covered pork chops on a string
We got bunk acid & dirty needles
We got torn up pieces of business cards
We got live goats & latex
We got midget mud wrestling
We got naked dancing dogs
Llamas on parade...
We're misleading.......
We're over HERE
Unless you're the cops, then we're over there...
COFFEE, COFFEE, COFFEE!!!
Loosely established June 1999, growing stronger every gathering...
We're bad nationwide...
They come from miles around, over mountains, thru hills, up the Tibetan Stairs of Doom,
to the top of Mount Motherfucker just to drink our coffee. We're the big loud bitch on the hill!!!
We're Nacho Mamas & we are not responsible for burnt fingertips,
scorched tongues, lost blissware, anything. Nacho Mamas is irresponsible...
Remember, we're showing you what NOT to do!!!
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coffee lovers here since July
27, 2000You're over there,
We're over here...
Follow the yellow brick road...