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I love coffee. I recall even singing along to my parents' dated 78rpm record of the Ink Spots singing about the joys of java. It was so much fun. As I grew older I started drinking this delightful beverage. Imagine my shock when traveling in the South and ordering a glass of "Iced Coffee". I was looked at as though I was an octopus at a show store. No one even thought to drink it down south back then. Anyway, as I was humming this tune this afternoon, it seemed right to me to share it with you in its original and later versions:




and then -- years later -- The Manhattan Transfer: