Lyrics

I’m sittin’ in the shade at 103
Thinkin’ how things used to be
In what was once the good old summertime
And it’s getting hotter every day
As the polar icecaps melt away
But we’re still pumping gas like everything’s fine.

CHORUS 1:
And hey, Mr. Oilman
Tell me, how much, how much did you earn?
The heat is on, it’s time to learn
There are better ways to make an engine turn
And if we don’t change, we’ll all have money to burn
Money to burn, money to burn
In a scorching world, it’s all just money to burn!

Sittin’ inside at 107
Gentle rain would feel like heaven
Weatherman don’t even see a sign
And when it rains it’s a hurricane
Flooding cities, farms, and plains
But we’re still drilling for oil like everything’s fine.

CHORUS 2:
And hey, Mr. Oilman
Tell me, how much, how much did you earn?
The heat is on, it’s time to learn
There are better ways to make an engine turn
And if we don’t change, we’ll all have money to burn.

Lyin’ down at 110
Electric power’s gone out again
Everything is wilted in my yard
The lake is dry, seas are high
Our leaders say they don’t know why
Just pay at the pump with your good old credit card.

BRIDGE:
Temperature’s rising
Temperature’s rising
Temperature’s rising
We’ll all have money to burn!
Temperature’s rising
Temperature’s rising
Temperature’s rising
We’ll all have money to burn!

All is still at 120
This was once the land of plenty
Everything’s now more dead than alive
The once-green earth is parched and dry
There’s hardly any food to buy
And even if there was, it’s too hot to drive!

CHORUS 1