Foco

They’ve opened a folk expresso bar,

And once for a sort of a joke,

I went to drink Folk expresso there,

And watch the expresso Folk.

The coffee was just the same old stuff,

As you get in the posh caffays,

But something about the customers,

Recalled by grandpa’s days.

They had flowing beards, and flowing manes,

Tho they looked a bit down at heels

And they sang in moody and sankey tunes,

Of their wonderfully high ideals.

The girls had hair like grandma wore,

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