Lyrics

THE WHOLE WORLD’S GONE TO THE BAHAMAS
(Greg Tamblyn, Richard Helm)

My grandma thinks the greenhouse effect
Means crummy wintertime tomatoes
My grandpa thinks that global warming
Is a good idea for Minnesota

My brother Jerome thinks that recycling
Is some new off-road machine
And his best friend says that acid rain
Is some new drug he’s never seen


Ain’t no ecological trauma
Ain’t no environmental drama
Nothing to fear
No problem here
The whole world’s gone to the Bahamas


The man at Exxon sees that oil spills
Make people mad, and he wonders why
He say, “What’s so bad about a little oil on ‘de fish?
It just makes ‘em easier to fry”

My uncle Lyle’s not worried about rainforests burning
Because he knows you can’t burn wet logs
His wife Dawn thinks a hole in the ozone
Is a good way to let out all the smog

Chorus

© 1989 Ramblin’ Tamblyn Music and Taylor-Helm Music