There this Round To Maryanne's. It does rhyme pianola and coca-cola in the chorus. (I haven't done any further research in case this is not the song required).

Mick

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ROUND TO MARYANNE's

Sunday night in your town,
Sunday night in ours,
Nothing to do on the outside,
nothing to do indoors.
They even shut the movies,
soon as it is dark;
They drive the people off the streets,
and then they lock the park.
But there's one place you can always find to go,
And as soon as the drugstore closes,
you will hear somebody say:

Chorus
“Let's all go around to Maryanne's
And pick 'em a tune upon the pianola!
There's something nice, it's always on the ice,
And you don't have to ask her twice
For a drink of Coca-Cola.
Her front-door key's always in the lock,
The door is standing open,
and you never have to knock,
For Mary is Irish,
and so is the cop that beats it around the block,
So you'll never go home till morning.
You're round to Maryanne's !”

Terrible thunder and lightning and storm from out the sky,
The good ship Helen Blaise is just struck on the rock.
One-half of the passengers lost their lives,
And the first mate lost his sock.
Well, then the captain cried, “It's up to you!”
And then the second assistant cook says,
“I know what let's do: (Chorus)

Cannonballs was flying, the fight was almost won,
Millions of people were dying, they had no place to run.
The general, he's the byros [sic], the pride of Mexico,
Was digging a hole to China, there or some other place to go.
And as he dropped his spade to take a rest,
The captain fell off from a bucking mule and cried,
“Well, I suggest: (Chorus)