Now way back many years ago, before the dawn of man,
The giants we call dinosaurs roamed across the land.
And then one day a ferocious rock storm rained down from the sky,
And for the age of dinosaurs it was time to say goodbye.
Hey there brontosaurus, and all you other dinosaurs,
Trompin' through the forest,
Watch Out! For that meteor.
(Yeah, ya gotta watch those things. They'll ruin your day for sure.)
Then Mother Nature did an amazing thing with their enormous bodies,
She buried them deep as time and pressure made them into a commodity.
It started in western Pennsylvania in a town called Titusville,
Where they set up timber scaffolding and said, "Drill baby, drill!"
[Instrumental - sounds like party time fer shur - change key from minor to major]
And so out of the ground the black gold kept flowing,
Modern industrial society kept growing.
Providing comfort and ease,
Oil made many rich,
But this miracle fuel ...
Well, it came with a hitch.
[Bridge -rising diminished triads]
IF WE KEEP BURNING FOSSIL FUELS,
WE MAY DESTROY THE EARTH'S ABILITY,
TO SUSTAIN LIFE AS WE KNOW IT!
(Damn, what a killjoy. Who invited "Al Gore here" to the party?)
So in the future, many years from now, what will our descendants see,
A world of desolation? Or one of possibility?
There's little time to change direction, and by the future not be scorned,
And blamed for not taking action, even though we'd all been warned.
Hey there everybody,
We're addicted to cheap fuel's allure,
Action now is crucial,
Watch Out! for that temperature.
[Repeat second chorus]