
You’re freaking ‘bout the plastic, the situation’s drastic, baby, I agree
We gotta ban it, damn it, we gotta save the planet from catastrophe
But here’s a dirty secret everybody knows, we’re all just monkeys in designer clothes
Munching on peanuts of styrofoam dreaming of a brand new home
You think if you recycle, just ditch the car and bike it’ll all just go away
But if you check your history it’s really not a mystery how it got this way
Four billion years of ice and fire, the Mother burnin’ like a funeral pyre
Volcanoes and poison gas really kicked the planet’s ass—but she can take it
But don’t worry ‘bout the planet, don’t worry ‘cause the planet’s gonna be just fine
Don’t you worry ‘bout the planet, I assure you that the planet’s gonna be just fine
But you and me, baby….you and me, baby…you and me, baby
You and me…we gotta go