Global Warming

John Grant

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    You people and your cute little terms
    You like to throw around and make everybody squirm
    Upper class, middle class, lower class, Sassafras
    Everybody these days thinks that they're a bad-ass
    How am I supposed to live in a world with no Madeline Kahn my favourite girl is gone
    And Bonnie Doon's is now an auto zone
    31 is trash and now I just want to be left alone

    Global warming is ruining my fair complexion
    Augmenting all my imperfections
    And Brazil does not need more encouragement
    Global warming encourages slack jawed troglodytes
    To leave their homes with guns and knives
    In search of bodily refreshments and some homicide

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    I'm so sick of hearing people talk about the Sun
    They sound like a bunch of Aztec Indians
    And all they do is hang out clogging up the streets
    Congratulating each other on their pedicured feet
    Sure I like to see the fella's skateboarding their best
    Stripped down to their shorts, so they can work on their tans
    I know I shouldn't care 'cause I'm a taken man
    But I guess you can look, nobody said that you can't

    Global warming is ruining my fair complexion
    Augmenting all my imperfections
    And Brazil does not need more encouragement
    Global warming encourages slack jawed troglodytes
    To leave their homes with guns and knives
    In search of bodily refreshments and some homicide

    All I've got are first world problems
    I guess I better get some more third world kind

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