Oil Spill Song

Chorus:

It's a big old oil spill,
Think about it make me ill,
It's a big old oil slick.
Think about it make me sick!

Verses:

Go on down and wash some birds,
Sift the sand for big brown turds.
In the Gulf there's no more shrimpin',
Shrimpin' folk, well, they be scrimpin'.

Pelican all stuck with tar,
Don't think she'll get very far.
Save the fishes, save the marsh,
Save the walrus, man, that's harsh.

Gonna go and lay some boom,
Holding back this oily doom.
Oil drills mean oil spills,
Who is gonna pay the bills?

Top hat, junk shot, bottom kill,
Nothing works to stop the spill.
A mile down is much too deep.
As we drill so shall we reap.

Solar, wind, and tidal too,
Energy we can renew,
When it breaks no oil leaks,
Or radioactive mutant freaks.

Alabama, my sweet home,
Don't despair, you're not alone.
Louisiana, Florida too,
I swear this time we won't forget you!

Final chorus:

It's a big old oil spill,
See it on the TV make me ill!
It's a big old oil spill,
See it on the beaches make me ill!
It's a big old oil spill,
Smell it on the ocean make me ill!
It's a big old oil slick.
Think about it make me sick! (Mississippi, I forgot you.)

—Lannie Rose
7/2010