Sludged blue sea—that’s how oilementary it’s gonna be;
C’mon, let’s foul it up, it’s easy (it’s so easy),
Like puttin’ slag heaps in a bay clean.

Hey, BP, foulin’ it up with goo is
Greasin’ the sea (greasin’ the sea),
And you can goo the slough;
It’s greasy (it’s so greasy),
Like puttin’ slag heaps in a bay “green.”

Bay sheened, there: pumpin’ hard—it mounts, gunk;
Bay’s sickly—it’s as greasy as guys
Who hard-sell for drillin’—now hearts, sunk,
As out spouts gunk, “Baby, drill”s now shy.

It’s not easy (when sea’s greasy),
Like puttin’ rags greased in a bay [pri]stine.

Gunky sludge up shoots (gunked with sludge are newts);
Well’s blown—the crude seeps, black oil roils;
Mountin’ are suits (mountain of suits).
So far, can’t fight it. . .
It’s so greasy (it’s so greasy),
Like putzes anglin’ for a bay breech.

Gunked blue sea (gunk-spewed sea)—
Gulf will be oiled for centuries (for centuries). . .
Pumps on—it’s fouling up, it’s greasy (it’s so greasy). . . .
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