New Coke

Look out the window

Look at all that bullshit going on down there in the street

What's all that shit floating out in the water

Yea we gotta get out of here we gotta go to some island

Grab your shopping cart

Grab your cane

Let's get the heck out of here

We gotta move closer to the equator

When are they gonna start showing those list of TV runs

I used to love that guy

Remember how he used to watch mr T. wrestling

Coca cola doesn't taste the same as it used to

Remember when a bowl of soup was a nickel

All that bass is gonna break my ears