Four Loco, For Loco, the watermelon bind.
It tickles my tummy and blows out my mind.
To be honest it’s one of a kind.
My eyes bulge and my pulse races,
As I stare at the cans through these cold, glass cases.
I pop the top and that pink fluid glistens.
I drop the straw in and my inhibition lessens.
Minutes later my head’s in a buzz. My knees start to quiver, and oops! There goes my liver!
Watermelon, watermelon, don’t ask for none.
‘Cause by now you must know this drink has won.