‘These kids are ticking time bombs’: The threat of youth basketball
The Cokes are in the icebox
Popcorn’s on the table
Me and my baby
We’re out here on the floor
So Mr, Mr. DJ
Keep those records playin’
James Monroe Enslaved Hundreds. Their Descendants Still Live Next Door.
I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like
Coca Cola
C-O-L-A Cola
She walked up to me and she asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said, “Lola”
L-O-L-A Lola, lo lo lo lo Lola
Duck Duck Go is handling 40M searches per day.
I like your lips like I like my Coca-Cola, yeah
Oh how it pops and fizzes
You like my shirt like I like it when you hold my hand
The way, it fits, has got me feeling lucky
New Coke Didn’t Fail. It Was Murdered.
A big buttered popcorn and an extra large coke
A few chili dogs and man I’m goin’ broke
Down at the drive in
Yeah at the drive in
(we love the drive in, we love the drive in)
Danny Thompson’s Blazing Nitromethane-Fueled Pursuit of Racing Glory
I’m just a girl, but I’m not an ordinary girl
I need an old Corvette with the top down
And a backseat for my friends
I need baseball and apple pie to feel alive
Gimme a Coke-a-cola sundae and a Beach Boy’s serenade
I need freedom to be all around the world
Dark Helmets guide to local search domination
A front porch light and a blue DeSoto
Couple of straws in a Coca-Cola
You could see it all goin’ down
A handsome boy in army green
Unknown Unknowns: The Problem of Hypocognition
I told her way up yonder past the caution light
There’s a little country store with an old Coke sign
You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea