It's like I'm in a movie
And I'm the villain of the piece
You're some sweet angel child
Even strangers blame me
While you come up smelling sweet
How come I'm always cast in all the tragedies
I can remember when
We used to talk of getting old
We'd act our parts and roll with laughter
On the floor
Well we're not acting now
It's cold it's as a war
You shut me out
Where once you'd open every door
This could make comedy
If it wasn't for the tragedy
How could you hide
Your love away from me
You can't really hate me
Though you've said it once before
But there's something in the air tonight
I can remember when
We used to talk
I can remember when
We used to talk of getting old
We'd act our parts and roll with laughter
On the floor
This could make comedy if it wasn't for the tragedy
How could you hide
Your love away from meIt's a tale of a guy named Zeke,
Who has come here from Battle Creek.
As he walks with his Pepsi can,
He is bumped by the strangest man.
He feels no wish as he sees it roll,
Down the street to an open hole.
The taste sensation he loves so well,
Now is gone, and he starts to yell.
His Pepsi fell, he shows his lust (the joy of life)
The joy of life he needs it anyhow (the joy of life, the joy of taste)
He makes the sound of a tender bear (the joy of Pepsi)
As the crowd around him starts to swell.
Sir, a Pepsi please (the joy of life)
And they pack a Pepsi onto Zeke,
The Pepsi's found, the people cheer (the taste of Pepsi)
For the joy of Pepsi now is here!
Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba, the Joy of Pepsi.