© 2002, L. Solomon
He loves to go out shopping
in his SUV
A car that large is rocking,
fits him to a tee
When he gets behind the
wheel, hears that engine whine
He doesn’t think of the
gasoline he’s burning all the time
Will it be now or later,
when he gets a clue
Global warming’s coming,
babe, it’s gunna get you
I make so much money I could
buy me a continent
Gunna build me a trophy
house with every complement
A fridge as big a Venus, a
stove as big as Mars
With all the modern
conveniences, you see I’m a star
Will it be now or later,
when he gets a clue
Global warming’s coming,
babe, it’s gunna get you
Glaciers are all melting,
the Arctic’s turning green
Polar bears have seen their
lairs go floating down the stream
Harp seals have changed
color, they’re no long white
They’re now bronze
complected and extremely uptight
Will it be now or later,
when we get a clue
Global warming’s coming,
babe, it’s gunna get you