I’ve paved my front garden and planted three cars,
The rain cannot reach underground reservoirs
But I just don’t believe what they say are our follies,
That the poles are now melting like two big ice lollies
Great Yarmouth, it sizzles like somewhere in France,
And scorpions are spreading all over Northants
The warmest year yet since records began. It
Was the hottest one yet on our little planet
The forests are falling in the Amazon Basin,
But I just won’t acknowledge the problems we’re facing
So, I’ve bought me a Hummer and I drive it around,
I know that it’s not ecologically sound
I hog all the roads from St.Albans to Peckham,
And I boast that I’ve got one just like David Beckham.
I’ll read a newspaper that questions the proof,
That this warming is global and not just a spoof
I’ll battle my corner and hold my position
I don’t give a toss about carbon emissions
Why should I be bothered or remotely concerned?
I’m just reaping the benefits of what I have earned
Recycling is barmy, the greens are just daft,
Composting is something at which to be laughed
Wind turbines are hideous. They’re not the solution.
I prefer nuclear waste and industrial pollution
No time for soul searching, no time to reflect
It’s just all those pinko’s being politically correct
So please just ignore me when the sea starts to rise,
Don’t throw me a line when it’s up to my eyes
Inconvenient truth? Or elaborate farce?
Now, excuse me while I disappear………
by Rob Barratt