Triumph vision, on the corona
There was a lot of woo ha n na
I had a cup of Chi, na I thought
How can we? Drag-on like corona

But then again, I think
How silent it came on my ward,
Din't go to be!, jingling and the rest
Is all the woo ha n na conspiracy real

I see, Gin pinged in a glass
like a potent invisible shot
Never fired? But cheering.