By David Kearns
Sung to the tune of
Margaritaville
by Jimmy Buffett
Slippin on mud cakes
Watching the sun bake
All of those dead birds covered in oil
Knee deep in muck rings
Covered in Benzenes
My hazmat suit is
beginning to boil
(chorus)
Wasted away again in Oilavidaville
Searchin for my, lost tablet of salt
Some people claim that Tony Hayward’s to blame
But I know, it's partly our fault.
Don’t know the reason
Stayed her all season
Nothing to show but
black- toxic spew
But there’s booms in the water
And they’re all covered with slaughter
And not one person
Is having a clue
Wasted away again in Oilavidaville
Searching for my lost pocket of oil (ahl)
Some people claim that Tony Hayward’s to blame
And I’m thinking
Partly our fault?
We put them in congress
And they went rogue on us
Drill baby dr-llin under the sea
Some bastard got rich again
By killin the pelicans
Those that lsurvived now
can’t even see!
(chorus)
They blew out the rig top
And now the oil it just won’t stop
Gushing on up out of the of the heavenly blue
And now that old bayou
Is slathered in myre, you
Can’t believe what they say
Buddy, nothing is true
Just wasted away again in Oilavidaville
Searching for every, last droplet of oil
Some people claim that Tony Haward’s to blame
And I know, hell yes it’s his fault.
Yes and
Some people claim that Tony Hayward’s to blame
And I am thinking
Oh, it’s all Bp’s fault
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