I got a little change in my pocket going jing-a-ling-a-ling, I call you on the telephone, baby, I give you a ring...
Just take those old records off the shelfI was a little too tall, could've used a few pounds
Tight pants, points hardly renowned
She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes
And points all her own, sitting way up high. Way up firm and high.
Bob Seger
The tax man's taken all my doughI 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 danceI met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry coca cola
C-O-L-A, Cola