Song Description
Bill Colgate - vocals & harmonica/
Cam MacInnes - guitar/
Shiraz Tayyeb - drums/
Rob Clarke - bass/
Sarah McElchran - trumpets/
Vezi - wurlitzer piano & Hammond B3.
Song Length |
3:30 |
Genre |
Blues - Rock |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Ever bad, never good
Terror of the neighbourhood
From wicked dam comes an evil pup
When trouble's brewin' fill my cup
Fill my cup, fill my cup
When trouble's brewin' you can fill my cup
Keep it hot, keep it comin'
A single shot, a motor hummin'
Don't look back and don't look up
When trouble's brewin' you can fill my cup
Fill my cup, fill my cup
When trouble's brewin' you can fill my cup
I heard the word and it was bad
It made me mean, made me mad
I saw the time and it was up
I drink the dregs of a bitter cup
A loaf o' bread and a jug o' wine
They may be thine but they sure ain't mine
The kitchen where I choose to sup
Has a pot o' trouble brewin' and they fill my cup
Fill my cup, fill my cup
Fill my cup, fill my cup
Fill my cup, fill my cup
They got a pot o' trouble brewin' and they fill my cup
I saw the light and it was black
I felt the weight of the world on my back
I climbed the mountain for a better view
Lost my grip, lost my shoe
Jack was nimble Jack was quick
But Jack knew jack about that candlestick
He called through the flames as they licked him up
"I smell trouble brewin' Bill! C'mon now fill my cup!"
Fill my cup, fill my cup
Fill my cup, fill my cup
Fill my cup, fill my cup
When there's a pot o' trouble brewin' you can fill my cup