1. The Huge Pop was designed, forget the Big Bang.
It sprang forth fully-formed filled to the brim.
It was dark and cold and thick and deep and wide and fizzing from within.
Acidic properties make it rough on thin skin.
I didn’t slip in, I was willfully immersed.
It’ll be the final thing that you hear when your bubble bursts.
Poor nutrition, I’ll admit it, but what it may lack in vitamins and minerals
It makes up for by helping me to swallow bitter pills.
I can tell you’ve got a dire warning brewing,
But the dental hygienist told me, “Keep doing what you’re doing.”
And I don’t know really know for certain if these two things are related,
But I’m feeling really confident and I’m feeling really carbonated.
Criticize it all you want, I’ll probably take it as a joke
If you’re preaching to me from within a cloud of cigarette smoke.
Water for the fish, booze for the depressed and reckless.
Pop in huge amounts for me for supper, lunch, and breakfast.

Chorus: This is the way I end.
This is the way I end.
This is the way I end.
Neither with a bang, nor a whimper, but a Huge…
This is the way I end.
This is the way I end.
This is the way I end.
Neither with a bang, nor a whimper, but a Huge Pop.

2. I’ve got ears to hear, I’ve got a mouth to speak,
I’ve got a pair of lips for sucking down fountain drinks.
I do it for the thrill and the joy, I don’t seek applause.
Teeth so nimble I can chew the stripe off of a drinking straw.
To say I’d choose a beverage over girls would be unwise,
But only while procuring soft drinks do I care about cup size.
One price, any size, definitely no excuse
For choosing to go with any size other than the Huge.
Crushed smalls, mediums, and larges lying in its wake.
It simultaneously satisfies and intimidates.
Just be careful how you lift it if you’ve got a bum shoulder.
And don’t be downhearted if it won’t fit in your cup holder.
Quality in borderline ridiculous quantities.
You can call it “excess,” I’m gonna call it “economy.”
No one knows if I can or cannot hold my liquor,
But they know where I stand with the Huge Pop, go figure.

Chorus

3. At first it feels limitless, as if no one could finish it
But little by little your sipping and swigging diminish it.
You drink it till there’s nothing left at which point you stop.
The Huge Pop is Huge to the last Huge drop.
At first it feels limitless, as if no one could finish it
But little by little your sipping and swigging diminish it.
You drink it till there’s nothing left at which point you stop.
The Huge Pop is dead, long live the Huge Pop.