Seventeen Cups

Have a cup of tea to pass the time
It doesn't pass enough so I have nine
And everything to do
Is done for you
And there is nothing left for me
Outside this room
And it's 'cause secretly I know
I'll be home soon
And that's true

Have another cup to celebrate
It doesn't cheer me up so I have eight
Put my stuff in the washing machine
And, you know, when it goes in dirty
It comes out clean
There's not much on the TV this afternoon
Except Boone

In my room
There's not a lot to do
So if I let you in
Please don't touch anything
And if you're in my room
There isn't much to do
So if I let you in
Don't touch a thing

Everything to do
Is done for you
And there is nothing left for me
Outside this room
And you know nothing in this world
Compares to you
And there is nothing left for you
Outside this room
And it's like everything you do
Is done for you
And there is nothing left for me
Outside this room
And you know nothing in this world
Compares to you
And there is nothing left for you
Outside this room

La la la, la la la la la, la la la la