Koka Kola

The Clash

Elevator goin' up
In the gleaming corridors of the fifty-first floor
The money can be made if you really want some more
Executive decision, a clinical precision
Jumping from the windows, filled with indecision

I get good advice from the advertising world
Treat me nice, party girl
Koke adds life where there isn't any
So freeze, man, freeze

It's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power
When top men need a top up long before the happy hour
Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot
You won't need a launderette, you can take 'em to the vet!

I get my advice from the advertising world
"Treat me nice", says the party girl
Koke adds life where there isn't any
So freeze, man, freeze

Koka Kola advertising and cocaine
Strolling down the Broadway in the rain
Neon light sign says it
I read it in the paper, they're crazy
Yeah, suit your life, maybe so
In the White House, I know
All over Berlin, they do it for years
And in Manhattan

Coming through the door is a snub nose forty four
What the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor
Your eyeballs feel like pinballs
And your tongue feels like a fish
You're leapin' from the windows sayin'
"Don't get me none of this!"

Koke adds life, advertising world
"Treat me nice", says the party girl
Koke adds life where there isn't any
So freeze, man, freeze

Hit the deck