Hollies Cafe

There was a place we would sometimes meet
Called Hollies café on Upper Parliament Street
Times change and it's long since gone

Its heart beat and its rhythm sang
Percussive pulse of extractor fan
The endless fizz of a frying pan

We don't need no, we don't need no Latte or Cappuccino
Humus or jalapeno, just a milky tea and the Beano
We don't need no, we don't need no Mocha or Frappuccino
Essence of Maraschino, just a milky tea and the Beano

Fake leather seating ripped and stained
Watered down source with no brand name
Stale fat heavy in the air

I remember a waitress shaped like a stick
Straight up and down no tits or hips
She'd make us blush with her vulgar quips

We don't need no, we don't need no Latte or Cappuccino
Humus or jalapeno, just a milky tea and the Beano
We don't need no, we don't need no Mocha or Frappuccino
Essence of Maraschino, just a milky tea and the Beano

Secondhand smoke exhaled descends
Ashtrays flush with dead nub ends
A spoon rattled round a Pyrex mug

The clientele was variety
The odds and sods of society
No one excluded and no one judged

We don't need no, we don't need no Latte or Cappuccino
Humus or jalapeno, just a milky tea and the Beano
We don't need no, we don't need no Mocha or Frappuccino
Essence of Maraschino, just a milky tea and the Beano