Or without milk,
A mad man still has his tea.
A spoonful of sugar too,
Even a mad man likes it sweet.
So why sip on that bitter coffee,
Burn on that whiskey,
Chew on and on that chillie,
Yet even a mad man enjoys his tea.
As warm as day itself,
Tea is the beauty to life.
Under all the tatters of a mad man,
Craziness pumping through his veins,
He still craves to enjoy that cup of tea.
Through the pains and shadows deep within,
Even a mad man enjoys his cuppa tea.