Cafe, cafe, cafe It's up to you she said to me She knew, I wanted to be free It was a rainy Sunday afternoon And the cafe crowd was growing I want to hear, your answer now I want to talk but don't know how And everybody, there began to stare As the lady started crying Let's meet at our cafe For cigarettes and brandy Let's meet at our cafe And talk, about it all Let's meet at our cafe With Charlie Brown and Sunday Let's meet at our cafe They always know it all It's the atmosphere of deep discussion Everybody there has so much to say You can sit there for a month of Sundays In our free and easy small-town cafe Cafe, cafe, cafe And as the rain kept fallin' down We went to wander around the town Because I couldn't leave her sitting there With a tragic situation And in the course of cafe days We learned to change our loving ways And all the things that made us laugh before Seem so dumb and lack of action