Brew that’s really pretty thin, it’s pretty thin…
can’t even fix it with lime, Corona.
Brew that I never drink in, don’t drink in;
this swill is the dishwater kind, Corona.

Never gonna go drink it up; it’s near the worst kind
I’d never fill my cup, ’cause it sucks…not out of my mind.
Ask wh-wh-wh-wh-why?
Wh-wh-wh-why Corona?

To water it’s closer, dishwater,
close enough that I would never try Corona.
How’s it made so watery? A mystery.
Why would anyone go and buy Corona?

Never gonna go drink it up…like diluted slime
I’d never fill my cup, ’cause it sucks; it’s worth no one’s time.
Ask wh-wh-wh-wh-why, huh?
Wh-wh-wh-why Corona?

As I said: a mystery, a mystery
why anyone would imbibe Corona.
Yeah, it v-v-vexes me, v-vexes me.
I guess I’ll never understand why Corona.

A colleague called it this: “Yuppie piss, Yuppie piss!”
Meaning that it isn’t fine, Corona.
He’d correctly called this diss, diss not amiss.
Were he German he’d say, “Nein, Corona!”

I don’t hafta stop—I never started on this slime
I’d never fill my cup, ’cause it sucks; it ain’t worth a dime.
Ask wh-wh-wh-wh-why, huh?
Wh-wh-wh-why Corona…?