Come and listen to my story 'bout a filthy old wreck,

Guvmint thought they'd blow the thing to heck,

So they filled her up with powder and then they lit the fuse,

But all they got was more of that ooze.

Oil, that is,

Black gulls,

Toxic seas.

Well the first thing you know,

All them folks were millionaires,

Selling front row seats

To the dummies come to stare,

They would a sold tickets

Until eternity,

But the damn hulk rusted

into the sea.

Gone, that is,

The golden goose,

Along with all the other birds.

You all know the tune.

Frank i.t.s.