You don't need another Coca Cola 
 Or the latest Francis Ford Coppola 
 You don't need a holiday in Angola 
 You need this novel by Emile Zola 
 It's raw like a bad case of ebola 
 It's atomic like gay enola 
 Not pretty like a gladiola 
 Or sweet like a tune from a old victrola 
 He told the truth like the Ayatollah 
 He was revolutionary like Hizbollah 
 He never needed no payola 
 He didn't have a Motorola 
 He wrote the truth, he was Emile Zola 
 Like a panel he was solar 
 Nineteenth century rock and roller 
 He put Balzac back in his baby stroller 
 And this ain't no litcrit hyperbola