You drink me with a man’s meal

So listen up cause here’s the deal

No dainty little porcelain cup

No pretty girls who play dress-up

A man’s beverage is what I be

And you can call me the builders tea

The diner, the roadhouse, the greasy spoon

Is where I’ll be in the afternoon

Because the average joe is who I’m for

The biker, the trucker, keeps coming for more

Of bacon, fried eggs, black pudding, hash browns

And this working man’s tea to wash it down

So go head and make it a builders