Early Days

by Clive James and Pete Atkin

At a casual glance you seem to be in haste
But let me tell you mister haste makes waste
I'm an enterprise where care for detail pays
It's early days

You won't get far with me before you find
That I'm real coffee, not the instant kind
So don't expect to win me with a phrase
It's early days

If you think you're gonna sweep me off my feet
I don't sweep easily
If you want a meal that bad, go out and eat
But quit overwhelming me

I suppose the merest mention of your name
Is meant to find me bursting into flame
Well I'm flickering but don't expect a blaze
It's early days

I suppose the merest mention of your name
Is meant to find me bursting into flame
Well I'm flickering but don't expect a blaze
Until you've tried some slower ways
It's early days
It's early days