Kokah-Kolah
I am just a T.V. kid
but I know where the good stuff's hid
and I know gold when it crosses my tongue.
With a sting I feel it pass
from the icy bottle glass.
Sparkle beads
in liquid heavens hung.
Kokah-Kolah (X8)
Buzzing on a caffeine wave
from the gift Atlanta gave,
Everything is crisp
in red and white.
With a ring of foam like lace
and a burst of acid taste
like a string of electric Christmas lights.
Kokah-Kolah (X8)
And it's a mystery to me
but that's the way it's supposed to be:
Better living through chemistry.
Heaven sent, to my applause.
Even gave us Santa Claus.
Utopia's transparent chocolate brown.
Just a glassful numbs all pain
(even without the cocaine)
so open up and drink a bottle down.
Kokah-Kolah (Ad infinitum)
(We apologize for mentioning Atlanta and Santa Claus by their trade names.)
copyright by Colin Halyk, 2000