We're walking in the air I'm sipping on an Irn-Bru My chilly snowman mate says he would like some too I tell him "Get your own" He looks like he is going to cry I tell him once again, the Irn-Bru is mine I'm falling through the air I wonder where I'm going to land He nicked my Irn-Bru and lets go of my hand. (Splat!) Hilarious!