The trouble with the world today it seems to me Is coffee in a cardboard cup The trouble with the affluent society Is coffee in a cardboard cup No one's ever casual and nonchalant No one wastes a minute in a restaurant No one wants a waitress passing pleasantries Like "Hiya miss" "Hiya sir" "May I take your order please" The trouble with the world today is plain to see Is everything is hurry up It's "rush it through" "Don't be slow" "BLT on rye to go" And coffee I think she said 'coffee' I know she said 'coffee In a cardboard cup' The trouble with the helter skelter life we lead Is coffee in a cardboard cup The trouble the psychologists have all agreed Is coffee in a cardboard cup Tell me what could possibly be drearier Than seaboard from the Belnord cafeteria Seems to me a gentleman would much prefer An "afternoon, how you been Would you like the special sir?" The trouble with the world today is plain to se Is everything is hurry up There's Reddi Whip Instant tea Minute rice and my oh me There's coffee I think she said 'coffee' I know she said 'coffee In a cardboard cup' (Spoken): "Hurry up!"