We’re walking in the air
I’m sipping on an IRN-BRU
My chilly snowman mate said he would like some too
I tell him, get your own
He looks like he is going to cry
I tell him once again that the IRN-BRU is mine
Now I’m falling through the air
I wonder where I’m going to land
He nicked my IRN-BRU and let go of my hand

Wikipedia: IRN-BRU

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