Go round the teapot and let the kettle brew.
I like six cups, not just one or two.
The tears of the Buddha are concentrated in thy tea.
The tears of the Buddha are concentrated in thy tea.
I once was human, even as you or me became.
But the poor old Buddha, he got turned to stone.
And that is why I take my tea alone.
And that is why I take my tea alone.
And that is why I take my tea alone.