Medium
Medium, medium.
Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew,
and I think about the amount of the sweet,
I'd like to have in my cup today.
One for the two lump, three lump, four.
No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
I'd like a medium blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium.
Just enough to set my beat... Medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium.
Just enough to set my beat... Medium.
Dinner time just rolls around,
and I think I crave a steak but,
I'm not too partial to the meat,
when it's cooked too long and I'm made to wait.
Not too much of the parsely,
and just enough of the spice.
I think I'd enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough... Medium.
Not too little, just enough... Medium.
Not too tender, not too tough... Medium.
Not too little, just enough... Medium.
Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Just a medium. Medium.
'Cause Thursday morning, I smell the pits but, hey they ain't that bad.
I could've sworn I'd be less reek if (I bathed last week,) I scrubbed like a good lad.
I like to stink just a little bit,
just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think,
that you smell like a rose.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... Medium.
Just enough to hug my dad... Medium.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... Medium.
Just enough to hug my dad... Medium.
Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium.

***Some lyrics to this song are argued, frequently, so I have made those lyrics appear in blue. The lyrics in parentheses are the ones that I originally had, but there was disagreement. I have put them back up to show the variation of opinion, because I had a VERY rude girl e-mail me demanding that what I had up was wrong. She was rude, even though I actually agreed with her...The point wasn't that I thought she was wrong, the point was that her opinion had no more basis than that of anyone else. I decided I would put it all up and let you decide.***