Turn on the tea and let it brew I like six cups not one or two My nerves are shaking and my heart is breaking It's just because of all the tea I take Bring out the cups and honey too Turn on the tea and let it brew I don't care that she's left me Just so long as the cupboard's full of tea Poor old Budda turned into stone That's why I drink tea alone Budda made of stone and his eyes are ruby But his thoughts and dreams are distilled in the tea I'll drink my tea and sit and drink Conjure up the leprechaun to dance on the steel I'm drinking my tea and it's getting late Thought I heard somebody pass my gate I don't know and I wonder what's to become of me Sitting up all night listening to the CBC