Coke
It comes from the word which Mothers hate
A fantastical high that no one can gate
Should I dare say that it gets you high
Like a mule and a horse making love right
It comes from foreigners and it's always cold
How it's produced, packaged, nobody's sold
It's not as good as the others that's true
But if I were coke I wouldn't care for you
I would shine all day long in the summer sun
But please don't use me to cool off your buns
I am a soda, and that's all I will ever be
So pop me open, drink me up, and then go pee
It comes from the word which Mothers hate
A fantastical high that no one can gate
Should I dare say that it gets you high
Like a mule and a horse making love right
It comes from foreigners and it's always cold
How it's produced, packaged, nobody's sold
It's not as good as the others that's true
But if I were coke I wouldn't care for you
I would shine all day long in the summer sun
But please don't use me to cool off your buns
I am a soda, and that's all I will ever be
So pop me open, drink me up, and then go pee
