Proper Cup of Coffee Songtext
von The Andrews Sisters

A Sultan sat on his oriental mat,
In his harem in downtown Persia,
He took one sip of his coffee,
Just a drip, and he said to his servant Kersia,
Ah, curse ya, curse ya, curse ya,
That's the worst cup of coffee in Persia!
'Cause...
All I want is a proper cup of coffee,
Made from a proper copper coffee pot.
I might be off my nut,
But I want a proper cup of coffee
From a proper copper pot.
Iron coffee pots and tin coffee pots,
They're no good to me!
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee
From a proper copper coffee pot,
I'll throw you in the sea."


In old Baghdad, in old Baghdad, in old Baghdad, in old Baghdad,
In old Baghdad very often I have had cups of coffee by the dozen
And you all should make my coffee just as good
And without my blasted cussing .
Oh, curse ya, curse ya, curse ya,
It's the awful-lest coffee in Persia!
Oh what I want is a proper cup of coffee,
Made from a proper copper coffee pot.
I might be off my nut,
But I want a proper cup of coffee
From a proper copper pot.
Brass coffee pots, glass coffee pots
They're no good to me
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee
From a proper copper coffee pot,
I'll have a cup of tea!
I'll have a cup of tea.