songs of buddy don: Flap Your Arms!

Flap Your Arms!

I heard em say on TV that this global warming thing
Will soon be too far gone for us to stop.
They said, "We'll all be riding on a plane that's lost its wings.
A plane whose only option is to drop!"

So–
Flap your arms! Flap your arms!
This old plane is going down
Flap your arms like a bird
And if you're lucky you won't drown
Flap your arms! Flap your arms!
And pray it's not too late!
Cause if that ocean gits too deep
We'll all meet our fate.

We're cruising on the great titanic, crossing o'er the sea –
A mammoth mortal iceberg dead ahead –
We have to slow our progress to a tolerable degree,
But the captain says we stay the course instead.

So–
Learn to swim! Learn to swim!
This old ship is going down
Lean to swim like a fish
And if you're lucky you won't drown
Learn to swim! Learn to swim!
And pray it's not too late!
Cause if that ocean gits too deep
We'll all meet our fate.

It's a grave and gathering danger
Can't be tamed by a Texas Ranger
It's gonna hit us just like a hurricane

We piss like the dog in the manger
On the global heat exchanger
We couldn't act any stranger or insane
Oh, it's gonna hit us just like a hurricane!

Global Warming!
(Hurricane!)
Global Warming!
(Hurricane!)
Global Warming!

So–
Flap your arms! Flap your arms!
This old plane is going down
Flap your arms like a bird
And if you're lucky you won't drown
Flap your arms! Flap your arms!
And pray it's not too late!
Cause if that ocean gits too deep
We'll all meet our fate.

Global Warming!
(Hurricane!)
Global Warming!
(Hurricane!)
Global Warming!