A Peppermint tea house on a minty green street
a hip little tea house where everyone meets
A cute little door leads to a pink little table
where short pudgy women serve soup with a ladle
The hot cups of tea are poured from a bowl
which rises from the floor through a strange little hole
Where tiny yellow men crawl out of the dark
and order up chowder on a whim and a lark
The Peppermint tea house is oh quite the rave
It’s coming to Berkeley and then to Del Rey
So come early for soup and tea if you’re able
I’ll reserve you a spot at the pink little table
