John Hiatt - How Bad's The Coffee [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

How long you been workin' here?
Well what do you know about that?
Its been thirty years or so
Since I bothered lookin' back
It was right in front of me
But now I'm runnin' behind
To get my butt caught up well I need a cup
Of the nastiest shit you can find

How bad's the coffee
How good's the pie
If you call me " honey"
Honey, I'm gonna cry
A whole lot of sugar
A little pinch of salt
You cut my bitter
With your sweet talk

I don't want no cappuccino
A whole lotta latte won't get me through
I got an iron will, and a gut like a still
I could use a stronger brew
One eye doubles my eyesight
So things don't lock half bad
Be twice as good, honey if I could
Even make you a little bit mad

How bad's the coffee
How good's the pie
If you call me " honey"
Honey, I'm gonna cry
A whole lot of sugar
A little pinch of salt
You cut my bitter
With your sweet talk

I would call you an angel
But honey, you'd know better than that
Just a trucker's dream whit a coconut cream
And a nasty old cup of black
Not a word about faded glory
Not an trace of bitterness
You leave irony to the likes of me
Cause we don't share your finesse

How bad's the coffee
How good's the pie
If you call me " honey"
Honey, I'm gonna cry
A whole lot of sugar
A little pinch of salt
You cut my bitter
With your sweet talk