Global Warming

You people and your cute little terms

You like to throw 'em around and make everybody squirm

Upper class, middle class, lower class, Sassafras

Everybody these days thinks that they're a badass

How am I supposed to live in a world

With no Madeline Kahn? My favourite girl is gone

Bonny Doon's is now an Auto Zone

31 is trash and now I just want to be left alone

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

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

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 fellas skateboard in their Vans

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

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh

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 of the Third World kind

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Ah, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh