A little chokeacola is my favorite drink
I love to spend my evenings on the bright side of the brink
The pillowcase is scented, the sugar so invented
Such a funny way to keep your nose to the floor
An ounce of you and then I’m done
Just thinking ’bout you baby is half the fun
The way you kick your shoes, I would gladly pay my dues
You’re fizzle and your sweet and you’re so fun to pour
My little chokeacola, my rainy day Dear
Oh how I wish you we’re here
My Soho soul, my pretty pink coal
I don’t need you. You don’t need me.
But how I love how we need we
My little chokeacola has a cocaine stare
A fear of falling and purple hair
I, a taste for plastic, and everything fantastic
When it’s three a.m. I’m William Shakespeare
Let’s take a walk down Mulberry Street
I know it’s March, but I can feel the heat
I’m a mediocre Ford, but I can silence any chord
My cotton may be rotten but my candy is queer
My little chokeacola, my rainy day Dear
Oh how I wish you we’re here
My so whole soul, my pretty pink coal
I don’t need you. You don’t need me.
But how I love how we need we
A little choke-a-cola is my favorite drink
I love to spend my evening on the bright side of the brink …
