My ode to Rebecca Black

Nine AM, biking to work in the morning
Gotta' be fresh, gotta wash those hands
Gotta make my bowl, gotta' make some oats
Seein' everything, Capo time in the morn'
Tickin' on and on, everybody's rushin'
Gotta' get down to the Radian
Gotta' catch their cab, I see Pennmen

Textin' at the counter
Textin' at their tables
Gotta' compose this text
Which text shall they make?

It's Capo, Giro
H&H bagels at Capo
Everybody's lookin' forward to the cream cheese, cream cheese
Capo, Giro
Orderin' lattes at Capo
Everybody's lookin' forward to milk foam

Scuroin', scuroin' (Yeah)
Fiorin', fiorin' (Yeah)
Scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop
Lookin' forward to the picolo

12:45, pressin' panini on the grill
Grillin' so fast, I want the mozz to melt
Ciabata bun, think about bun
You know what it is
I got mozz, you got pesto
Miles is by my right, ay
I got ham, you got pickles
Now you can yordle it

Foamin' on the steam wand
Pourin' a nice rosetta
Gotta' make cappuccino
Which milk would you like?

It's Capo, Giro
Gotta' scoop lots of gelato
Everybody's lookin' forward to the lattes, lattes
Capo, Giro
Makin' grilled cheese at Capo
Everybody's drinking their affogatos for here

Scuroin', scuroin' (Yeah)
Fiorin', fiorin' (Yeah)
Scoop, scoop, scoop, scoop
Lookin' forward to the medio

(Yeah, I know this song is old news, but it has literally been stuck in my head for almost a month and this version of the song is basically what is going through my head every single day.)