Gulf's No Longer Clean

Gulf's No Longer Clean
sung to the tune of "Yellow Submarine" by the Beatles

Fifty miles from the shore
Stood a rig upon the sea
And the oil there was rife
‘Til it blew to smithereens

Now the deep sea drilling’s done
And BP lost lots of green
Nothing lives beneath the waves
‘Cause the Gulf’s no longer clean

Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
Used to be pristine, now it’s just obscene
Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
A normal routine cannot be foreseen

And the oil flows and pours
Slim chance the coast can be restored
And BP begins to pay

Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
Oil can be seen nearing New Orleans
Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
Sad that the marine life is now unseen

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Yes they lived a life of ease
The executives had all they need
(All of them, had all they need)
‘Til their rig sunk from the scene
(“Til the rig sunk from the scene)
And their profits now are lean

Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
Used to be pristine, now it’s just obscene
Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
A normal routine cannot be foreseen

Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
Oil can be seen nearing New Orleans
Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
Sad that the marine life is now unseen

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Oil Flow

Oil Flow
sung to the tune of "Kokomo" by the Beach Boys

New Orleans, Biloxi, the whole coast is toxic
From the Delta, Mobile Bay, white beaches turning gray
Port Sulphur, Port Saint Joe, no place this spill can’t go
Havana

Off the Florida Keys
In the Gulf of Mexico
That's where the oil flows, to the frustration of all

Bodies floating by
Dolphins and birds, fish and octopi
They’re all covered in oil
And it’s obvious that they’ll all die
In BP’s oil flow

New Orleans, Biloxi, the whole coast is toxic
From the Delta, Mobile Bay, white beaches turning gray
Port Sulphur, Port Saint Joe, no place this spill can’t go

Everything is dying in BP’s oil flow
It pours out fast
From way deep down below
What we all wanna know
Is when they’ll stop the flow

To Tampa Bay, how much will BP pay?

They’ve defiled the sea
It’s filling up with Texas Tea
‘Cause they tried to get by, with little care for saf-e-ty

BP’s CEO
Says this has caused him woe
“I’d like my life back.” He cried
Nice after eleven men had died
When BP’s rig did blow

New Orleans, Biloxi, the whole coast is toxic
From the Delta, Mobile Bay, white beaches turning gray
Port Sulphur, Port Saint Joe, no place this spill can’t go

Everything is dying in BP’s oil flow
It pours out fast
From way deep down below
What we all wanna know
Is when they’ll stop the flow

Miami Beach, how far can this spill reach?

Everybody knows
How rich must be their CEO
He’s just rolling in dough
And he’d like to keep it all
Despite the oil flow

New Orleans, Biloxi, the whole coast is toxic
From the Delta, Mobile Bay, white beaches turning gray
Port Sulphur, Port Saint Joe, no place this spill can’t go

Everything is dying in BP’s oil flow
It pours out fast
From way deep down below
What we all wanna know
Is when they’ll stop the flow

New Orleans, Biloxi, the whole coast is toxic
From the Delta, Mobile Bay, white beaches turning gray
Port Sulphur, Port Saint Joe, no place this spill can’t go

Everything is dying in BP’s oil flow

Here the real song here

Deep Horizon Oil Rig of BP

Deep Horizon Oil Rig of BP
sung to the tune of "Octopus's Garden" by The Beatles

Way out at sea, there used to be
The Deep Horizon Oil Rig of BP
Deadlines had passed, the crew worked fast
On the Deep Horizon Oil Rig of BP

They needed time to do things right
But BP whined and put up a fight
They said we’ll be fine you will see
On the Deep Horizon Oil Rig of BP.

There’ll be no glitch, we will be rich
Said BP’s executives across the sea
Counting our cash, will be a smash
And we’ll live like kings the way that life should be

They did sing and dance around
‘Til the rig blew up and went down
Beneath the sea, amid debris
Sunk the Deep Horizon Oil Rig of BP

The crew did shout and swim about
But eleven men went down to their graves
(Went down to their watery graves)
No more joy for some poor girls and boys
Knowing their dad’s beneath the waves
(Dad’s beneath the waves)

Now BP’s unhappy and they see
Their profits from the lawsuits they can’t save
And in the sea, catastrophe
From the Deep Horizon Oil Rig ‘neath the waves.

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Under The Sea

Under The Sea

sung to the tune of "Under The Sea" by Sebastian the Crab in Disney's "Little Mermaid."

The seaweed used to be cleaner

Before BP’s dumb mistake

Their oil rig just blew-up there

Inspectors were on the take

Now look at the world around us

Right here on the ocean floor

Unlimited sludge surround us

Can’t see nothin’ here no more.

Under the sea

Under the sea

Each day it’s thicker

Making us sicker

We hate BP!

Up on the shore they work all day

Trying to clean tar-balls away

While we devotin'

Full time to floatin'

In misery

BP CEO ain’t happy

Shareholders he must console

And Coast Guard says, ‘Make it snappy

And plug up that bloody hole!’

But CEO, he is lucky

No chance he’ll suffer the fate

Of those who have lost their business

His assets are far too great

Under the sea

Under the sea

No more they beat us

Fry us and eat us

Now we’re deadly

We what the land folks used to cook

Now we be coated with black gook

No fish they fryin’

‘Cause we all dyin’

Under the sea

Under the sea

Under the sea

Under the sea

We still deplorin’

How oil keep pourin’

Excessively

Even the sturgeon an' the ray

Floatin’ belly-up everyday

Those BP bastards

Caused a disastrous

Catastrophe

The shrimp all went limp

The trout dropping out

The cod feelin’ odd

Their lives be in doubt

The bass died, alas

The chub, he got scrubbed

The fluke he puke on the sole

(Yeah)

The ray passed away

Got stuck in the muck

The crab feelin’ drab

We just got no luck

Pelican and gull

They not faring well

An' oh that blowfish woe

(Yeah)

Under the sea

Under the sea

When the sardine

Begin to look green

It just sickens me

What’s BP got?

A lot of dough?

Here they givin' us nothin' but woe

Each little clam here

Know that they’re damned here

Under the sea

Each little bird here

Sad this occurred here

Under the sea

Each little snail here

Cry and they wail here

That's ‘cause we’re dyin’

Here in the brine

We got no luck here

Down in the muck here

Under the sea

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