I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear: Yo
Could I get a cold beverage?
I need some leverage
It's sweaty outside
Some lemonade would be nice
Or a Sprite through the drive-thru at B.K
Yo, I'll buy a girl a drink, but girl's got to pay
On the front porch, I got some iced tea
If you'd like a taste of tea, then come along with me
Summertime is steamin', don't give me no bug juice
Grab some ice and a dash of vermouth
It's martini time
Yeah, yeah, feeling golden
Bring your own beverage
Just make sure it's cold