When I was living in North Highlands, and I had to drive eight miles down Watt Avenue to get to work, I passed four AM/PMs on that one stretch of road. And I've always been sort of addicted to the horrible food that they have there: sandwiches, and stuff like that. If I had brought my own coffee... if there's no reason to stop at AM/PM except to buy cigarettes ('cause if I did stop, I knew I was gonna get one of those awful sandwiches), I made up this little chant th-that I sang to myself as I was pulling into the AM/PM.
I don't need a coffee, I don't need a sammich I don't need-a nothin' but a pack-a cigarettes, I said I don't need a coffee, I don't need a sammich I don't need-a nothin' but a pack-a cigarettes, I said I don't