C. Hutchins, M. Hutchins

Who do you think you are trying to shove your wishes down are throats?
Don’t want to meet Mr. Valdez living in the closet going through my coats

Batten the hatches, clear the decks, it’s tea time
Boil the brew take time to reflect, it’s tea time

Without a doubt, every time I’m out, I get a look like I’ve got two heads
I want a smooth, mellow brew not some squashed beans in a molten dread

If it’s bad, think it
If it brews, smoke it

This band could be at your house, amps on ten tearing the place apart
But one thing, you’d better know, it’s tea time or we don’t even start