pour me black coffee and i'll come around

Tomorrow's the school performance and I'm singing Black Coffee, an old jazz song that seems to fit perfectly into my bleak mood of the latest weeks. The song is probably in the top-100 Best Songs To Strip To (or so I imagine, if such a list existed) so I'm thinking lots of sequins - I'll bring a camera and have someone take a picture!

Here's the song. I'm not singing it quite as low though, and also with considerately less trumpets (none.)