Hansom cab I'll drive the hansom cab And there won't be a thing in the world To keep me from there Hansom cab Boarding the hansom cab And we move down the old boulevards We pause to stare I was an amateur I was an ambitious chauffeur I was enamored with the taste The Cola Queen Hansom cab Riding the hansom cab And as we move towards the factory Bravely, I speak The lights from all the passing planes Resemble impulses in our brains I feel them arc from yours to mine As our neuroses combine One million bottles shake One hundred faces fall and break One horse has trampled through the gate It's a bad scene Their lights vociferate There lies your handbag in your wake Their secret's out and yours to take True Cola Queen