[E] Been here before, now I’m back again. Come to do some math with a [E7] New Paltz friend. Need my [A] Shot of espresso before the theorems will [E] flow. Don’t ya know. [B7] Down to the Mudd Puddle Café I cruise. There’s a [A] sign on the door and I don’t like the news. I’ve got the [E] Mudd Puddle’s closed in [B7] New Paltz on Tuesday [E] blues. [E] Wednesday comes round, I hurry down Main. Got my Mudd Puddle coffee, it’s [E7] easin’ my pain. But in [A] six days time, it will be Tuesday once [E] more. Makes me sore. I [B7] look at the ‘Gunks and don’t like the views. And if [A] you look at me, well you might get abused. I’ve got the [E] Mudd Puddle’s closed in [B7] New Paltz on Tuesday [E] blues. [E] It’s Tuesday again and I’m feelin’ low. Want my Three-shot latte, but [E7] where should I go? In this [A] moment of need, could give Starbucks a [E] try. Rather die! I could [B7] go to the bakery and wait in their queues. I could [A] drink drip coffee, but I just refuse. Oh the [E] Mudd Puddle’s closed on [B7] Tuesday. [E] Wearin’ sombre [B7] hues-day. [E] Got a very short [B7] fuse-day. [E] Michelle and James are havin’ a [B7] snooze-day. If they’d [E] open, I’d pay my [B7] dues-day. I’ve got the [E] Mudd Puddle’s closed in [B7] New Paltz on Tuesday [E] blues. Brian Davey New Paltz June 14, 2007 (This song was conceived in mid-May, 2007 just after I arrived in New Paltz. By the time the song was written, June had come and the Mudd Puddle was on summer hours–open seven days a week! So, thankfully for me but perhaps not for Michelle and James, the Mudd-Puddle’s-closed-in-New-Paltz-on-Tuesday blues lasted only two weeks.) |