Black Coffee

You're feeling mighty lonesome

Haven't slept a wink

You walk the floor and watch the door

And in between you're drink

Black Coffee

Love's a hand you down blue

You'll never know a Sunday

Your Sunday dream gonna cry

Talking to the shadows

One o'clock to four

And Lord, how slow the moments go

When all you do is pour

Black Coffee

Feelin' low as the ground

Never know a Sunday

Your Sunday dream's gonna cry

[Parlato] free time

Now a man is born... to go a lovin'

A woman's born to weep

And fret to stay at home

And tend her oven

And drown her past regrets

In coffee and cigarettes

I'm moody all the morning

Moanin' all the night

And in between it's nicotine

And not much hard to fight

Black coffee

Feelin' low as the ground

Never know a Sunday

Your Sunday dream's gonna cry

Yeah!

Yeah, bravo Trovesi!

Gianni Basso!

Now a man is born to go a lovin'

A woman's born to weep

And fret to stay at home

And tend her oven

And drown her past regrets

In coffee and cigarettes

I'm moody all the morning

Moanin' all the night

And in between it's nicotine

And not much hard to fight

Black coffee

Feelin' low as the ground

Driving you crazy... just waiting... may be in 'camera'

Driving you crazy... bu-di... pup-te-che-ca-t!

[Parlato]

Black coffe

Maestri! Bravi!...