12 Responses to “Elemental + Moog = Tea Hilarity Ensues”

1. Ikari_Gendo Says:
   May 8th, 2008 at 10:36 pm

   I heard a few lines differently than you did.

   …and the depth of my urges might verge on perverted.
   For an earthy brown tea, I’m certain it’s worth it.

   I’ve had bourbons with sultans and GREENS with queens,

   Ah-ha! I’m madder than a hatter. It INSPIRES my might!

   …. and spot me loving teapot
   FROM YOUR PONCEY ROTTEN COFFEE SHOP
   coffee clocks, nodding off

   Thanks, there were several lines I couldn’t make out.

2. Lorraine Says:
   May 9th, 2008 at 5:20 am

   “I’m not the same as you; get shaky with ___.” I think it’s ‘get shaky with aim’, at least that’s what it sounds like to me!

3. Lorraine Says:
   May 9th, 2008 at 5:22 am

   Sorry for the double post ..
   “We ___ to workers and use a fresh fountain,”
   Sounds kind of like ’sherpa’, we sherpa two workers? Dunno ..

4. Alexander Says:
   May 9th, 2008 at 9:34 am

   I think it’s verge on the first blank, or that’s how I understood it at least, and a bit further, I believe he says “You can stick the kettle on and -fight- me a cup!”
   Love it!

5. Malcolm Ryan Says:
   May 11th, 2008 at 7:27 am

   Some corrections, I think:
   (changes in CAPS)

   …and the ___ of my urges might verge on PEVERRTED FOR earthy brown tea.
   I’m certain it’s worth it.

   WITH SHERPAS WHOWORK HERDS(?) and use a fresh fountain,
   I deserve brews from Peruvian mountains.
   I’ve slurped up a cup from an elephant’s trunk
   with a couple of monks who utterly stunk.

   …

   When I say ooh, you say ahh!
   Ooh — ahh!
   Ooh — ahh!
   Ooh — ahhhhhh!
   (muttering?)
   OH MY GOD YOU’RE NOT WRONG, YES.

   …
   Keep your sodding coffee in a proper copper coffee pot.
   AND SPOT ME LOBBING TEAPOTS TO YOUR PONCEY ROTTEN COFFEE SHOP

6. Krystal Says:
   May 15th, 2008 at 10:06 pm

   “with sherpas who work herds and use a fresh fountain I’ve discerned brews from peruvian Mountains”

7. Miriam Says:
   May 19th, 2008 at 1:44 am

   Um, isn’t it, “I’m not the same as you; get shakey with PAIN”?

   I mean, because he’s shakey from the caffiene. Not pain?
   Get it? Um?
   It just makes sense…

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   May 22nd, 2008 at 11:59 am

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9. Kirby L. Wallace Says:
   May 22nd, 2008 at 5:56 pm

   I think I agree with the “Sherpas who work herds, and use a fresh fountain”. It’s fits well with the next reference to peruvian mountains.

10. Scruff Says:
    May 23rd, 2008 at 12:13 am

    ‘And the GRIP of my urges might verge of PERVERTED’

11. Night Hawk Says:
    June 4th, 2008 at 9:01 pm

    Ok heres a revision

    Love a cup…. I would… ah, God yes!
    Ooh that is gorgeous. Yeah!

    I need a cup of the brown stuff, the shade of an acorn.
    Made warm by the same source that I take my cakes from.
    Using a tea pot, a mug, or fine china…
    Being hooked up to IVs, and constant supplies.

    And the GRIP of my urges might verge of PERVERTED
    of an earthy brown tea.
    I’m certain it’s worth it.

    we Sherpas who work herds, and use a fresh foutain
    I deserve brews from Peruvian mountains.
    I’ve slurped up a cuppa from an elephant’s trunk
    with a couple of monks who utterly stunk.

    I’ve had bourbons with sultans and creams with queens,
    and I’ve bathed in Earl Grey. I’m really that keen!
    And missionaries dismiss me for my singular epiphany.
    The diff between him and me is a simple sip of British tea!

    So when times are hard and life is rough,
    You can stick the kettle on and find me a cup!

    Now when I say Earl Grey, you say yes please!
    Earl Grey — yes please!
    Earl Grey — yes please!

    When I say Assam, you say lovely!
    Assam — lovely!
    Assam — lovely!

    When I say ooh, you say ahh!
    Ooh — ahh!
    Ooh — ahh!
    Ooh — ahhhhhh!
    OH MY GOD YOU’RE NOT WRONG, YES.

    I’ve been around the world in 80 brews
    to see the place you take me to
    to make the brew that tastes like the cream cakes made by angels do.

    I’m not the same as you; get shaky with ********.
    To swig amazing fluids, but don’t make it the same.
    Now, using fine leaves, picked by pretty maidens,
    in a bag knitted by a seamstress who lives in Copenhagen.

    Brewed up in a pot made of semi-precious metal
    And then let the bless-ed contents settle in my very special kettle.

    Now, when I say Oo, you say long.
    Oo–long!
    Oo–long!

    When I say herbal, you say no thanks.
    Herbal — no thanks!
    Herbal — no thanks!

    Mmm….no! No, I want.. I want milk in it.
    Strong though! I want to see that spoon stand up!

    If you’re tired of tea, then you’re tired of life!
    Ah-ha! I’m madder than a hatter. It defies my might!
    Liken me to Earl Grey, Assam, or Ginger
    Lapsang Soushong raise my pinky finger.

    Keep your sodding coffee in a proper copper coffee pot.
    AND SPOT ME LOBBING TEAPOTS TO YOUR PONCEY ROTTEN COFFEE SHOP
    coffee clocks, nodding off
    lost a plot, sodding off
    Need some caffeine added and a Batternburg to top it off.

    Cut them off a different block. A different lot can take their pay on
    80 cups a day, I haven’t slept for 80 years!
    You can say I’m mad with tea, or, or just say I’m mad.
    Oh, you can’t stay any longer? Oh..
    Actually, I’m I’m quite glad.
    All the more Battenburg for me!
    I can barely pour, my hands have got a bit shaky from caffeine.
    Oh, I love it though.
    I’d sell my own grandma for a cup.
    Well, I’d sell your grandma for a cup…

12. Dawn Says:
    June 5th, 2008 at 8:08 pm

    From today’s Telegraph:

    “Keep your sodding coffee in a proper copper coffee pot
    And spot me lobbing teapots at your poncy rotten coffee shop”

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