Today i have a thirst A thirst that can't be quenched The fizz they've canned It moulds esteem with predjudice That fools us into leisure lents I'm lost for words between the foes Some many choices cloned of coke Help me understand it and not fear the loom It's time to boil and study tiles A rushed and flakey lack of style It's kind to you and me The colour so scanty Chide cola for it rots the teeth-we know