What’s the matter with the words I’m usin’
“Can’t you tell that you’ve got it wrong?”
It’s an ordinary can of cola
“Listen, man, you just don’t belong.
Doesn’t matter if it’s Coke or it’s Pepsi
Or Sprite, or Doctor Pepper, you and I don’t agree”
Everybody’s fighting bout their soft drinks
Clearly though, it’s always been pop to me.
Something funny bout the can I’m sippin’
“Don’t you know that the soda’s warm?”
There’s no soda here, you must be trippin’
“Don’t you know that around here it’s the norm?”
Doesn’t matter what you will call the substance
It still keeps you up in it’s crazy sugar trance
Caffeine, fructose, real acid overdose
It’s always been pop to me.
Oh, it really matters where you live in this country
But everywhere it’s the same old drink
Soda, pop, cola, coke
Fizzy drink, tonic, dope, soft drink, pepsi, or an NAB…
Names from the beverage scene
Whether it’s drunk from a big glass bottle
Or a cool little metal can.
You’re still gulping down a corn syrup mixture
If you’re in England or Japan
Don’t waste my time by telling me something different
Just go on and blame the difference on my accent
Northeast, midwest, deep south, and the rest
It’s always been pop to me
What’s the matter with the stuff I’m drinkin’?
“Do you even know what it is?”
All I know for sure is it’s real tasty
And it’s got that sugary fizz
Don’t you know about the new flavor breakthrough?
Classic Coke just can’t taste the same as it used to
Call it soda, cola, soft drink, either way
It’s always been pop to me.
Everybody’s talking bout the stupid soda jerk
It’s always been pop to me.
Here it’s “POP”. That’s the correct word. The rest of the country hasn’t figured that out yet.
You’ve heard of General Wellington
Who won at Waterloo,
But there’s a good old Irishman
I’ll introduce to you
He comes from dear old Dublin
He’s a man we all applaud
For he always finds a corkscrew
Far more hardy than a sword.
He’s good old General Guinness
He’s a soldier strong and stout
Found on every battlefront
He can’t be done without
His noble name has worldwide fame
Preserved through hearty cheers
Hurrah for General Guinness
And the Dublin Boozileers!
This hale and hearty warrior
Is worshipped in the ranks,
For he does his task inside a cask
As well as in the tanks.
He’s borne the brunt on every front,
North, South, East and West,
And he wears about ten thousand canteen
Medals on his chest.
He’s good old General Guinness.
He’s won the world’s applause.
It was he who kept our spirits up
In the midst of all the wars.
Who was the first to flirt with
Mademoiselle from Armentiers?
Why good old General Guinness
Of the Dublin Boozileers.
All over bonny Scotland, too,
The General is seen.
They’ve given him the freedom
Of the town of Aberdeen.
From Inverness to Galloshiles,
They keep him warm at night
And they love to gather round him,
Auuuch! On every moonlit night.
He’s good old General Guinness
He’s as good as Scottish broth.
He’s the one who turned the Firth of Forth
Into the Firth of Froth
All Scotsmen dance the highland fling
And shout when he appears
Hurrah for General Guinness
And the Dublin Boozileers!
Guinness comes in many textures…bottled and canned are totally different in “Heaviness”. Draught can vary an awful lot as well so it’s very hard to generalise about it.
