gone just beany

I went to starbucks a week ago,
and from someone I got "Hello."
I looked around to see the nice guy,
and accedentaly looked at the pies.

I got nervous, what could I say?
"Hello pie. How are you, How was your day?"
If I din't know who said it, what could I do?
So I tried with the last choice and said hello too.

The voice giggled at me, and I was left with no choice,
I had to find the person who belonged to that voice.
Was it the cashier, the mixer, the manager's boss?
I think from that day I suffered brain loss.

I started getin' funky, and I ordered a latte.
And I asked for extra beans, and blurred out "Wazzay?"
I thought I was sayin' What is today,
But I actually said: I'll overpay.

The cashier took my money. She looked like a dog.
She was pantin' and a pantin' and I called her a hog.
She started snortin', what did I do?
I said to her: PU!

She sniffed around her armpits, and collapsed on the floor,
so I took my Iced latte and ran out the door.
I started gettin' funky, and I slipped on the ice,
And I felt better again, and said goodbye to the pies.