By the great lord harry- this really is a splendid state of affairs! Our humble video to the ode to tea has nearly hit 5,00000 and myself and mr moog- the lovely director has huge beaming smiles on our pretty faces.

Links to the video can be found as far afield as the L.A times website, channel 4, NME ans assorted other lovelies, all of whom also seem to like a cup o the brown stuff.

Some of you fine fellows also said that you might rather like the words- so they are printed below for your delictation and delight. If you need a copy of the song, then drop me a line at paulalborough@yahoo.co.uk and I'll be more than happy to furnish you with one. I'm also very jolly available for bookings be it a wedding, festival, hip hop show or formal function. Oh yes indeed. Speaking of which- do come and see me at the Victorian fair at the big chill- it should be a delight.

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Love you lots

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Professor

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A CUP OF BROWN JOY

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I need a cup of the brown stuff the shade of an acorn,

Made warm by the same source that I take my cakes from

Using a teapot a mug or fine china

I've been hooked up to I.V's for a constant supply

Not a drip for my urges might verge on perverted

But or earthy brown tea I'm certain it's worth it

With sherpers and who work herds and use a fresh fountain

I discerned brews from Peruvian mountains

I've slurped up a cuppa from an elephant's trunk

With a couple of monks who utterly stunk

I've had bourbons with sultans, custard creams with queens

I've bathed in early grey, I'm really that keen

Missionaries dismissed me for my single epiphany

The diff between him and me's a simple sip of British tea

So when times are hard and life is rough

You can stick the kettle on and find me a cup

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When I say earl grey you say yes please

Earl grey – yes please

Earl grey – yes please

When I say Assam you say lovely

Assam – lovely

Assam – lovely

When I say ooh you say ahhh

Ohh ahh

Ohhh ahh

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I've been around the world in eighty brews

To see the place it takes me to

To make a brew that tastes like the cream cakes made by angels do

I'm not the same as you, get shaky but aim

To swig amazing fluids but don't make it the same

Using fine leaves picked by pretty maidens

In a bag knitted by a seamstress who lives in Copenhagen

Brewed up in a pot made of semi precious metal

Let the blessed contents settle in my very special kettle

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Now when I say oo- you say long

Oo (long)

Oo (long)

When I say herbal you say no thanks

Herbal (no thanks )

Herbal (no thanks)

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(No, I want milk in it, strong though

I want to see that spoon stand up)

If you're tired of tea then you're tired of life

Hah! I'm madder than a hatter and it fires my mic

Liken to me to earl grey Assam or ginger

Lapsing suchong raise my pinkie finger

Keep your sodding coffee in a proper copper coffee pot

and spot me lobbing teapots at your poncy rotten coffee shop

coffee clots nodding off  lost the plot sodding off

need some caffeine tannin and some batten burg to top it off

cut from off a different cloth a different lots can take their beer

on 80 cups a day I haven't slept for 80 years

you can say I'm mad for tea or just say that I'm mad

oh you can't stay any longer I must say that I'm glad

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(all the battenburg for me, I can hardly pour my hands of gone shaky from caffeine,