He said he was Armenian, and did I have the time
I said I was Kevorkian, and yes it’s half past nine
And I keep looking for Soda Pop
Soda pop, soda pop
Yes I keep looking for soda

The police kept the meatloaf in their cole petrar
The stammering farmers stuffed their wienies in a picklin jar
And suddenly there’s candle wax
Candle wax, candle wax
Suddenly there’s candle wax, everywhere

The green donut deliverers spat on their own shoes
The 75-1 long shot pony said I got nothing to lose
And we informed the diplomats
Diplomats, Laundromats
We informed the diplomats–everything

So I sit in my new office in a brand new suit and tie
I sit and wait for clients who need a private eye
And everywhere there’s pizza
Pepperoni pizza
Everywhere there’s pizza and soda

Yes I kept looking for soda pop
Soda pop, soda pop
Yes I keep looking for soda

(lyrics: Dan Bern)