This is a story all about
How my life got caffinated up all around
And I liked to take a minute and sit right there
And tell you how I own a French Press of Bel Air

In West Londontown was born and raised
On the castle moat where I spent most of my days
Teapot out, 2 sugar, some creamer all cool
And all sippin' it all hot before it got cool

When a couple of raiders who were up to no good
Startin', makin' trouble in my castle wood
I got in one lil' melee and the Queen got scared
She said, "You're movin' out with the French press of Bel Air"

I whistled for a coachman and when it came near
The coach had coffee and hot water to spare
If anything I can say, this blend is rare
But I tasted, naw, forget it, yo, better coffee out there

I pulled up to the cafe about seven or eight
And I yelled to the coach yo homes brew ya later
I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne the French Press of Bel Air