Who killed the gulf shore,
Why an’ what’s the reason for?
“Not I,” says the big BP,
“Don’t point your finger at me.
I could’ve stopped this oil lake
An’ maybe kept you from this fate,
But the Street would’ve booed, I’m sure,
At not gettin’ their money’s worth.
It’s too bad it had to go,
But there was a pressure on me too, you know.
It wasn’t me that made this call.
No, you can’t blame me at all.”
Who killed the gulf shore,
Why an’ what’s the reason for?
“Not us,” says the angry veep,
Whose growls filled a darkened keep.
“It’s too bad it blew down there
But safety’s not our biz affair.
We didn’t mean for it t’ blow a spout,
We just meant to get the oil out,
There ain’t nothing wrong in that.
It wasn’t us that made that call.
No, you can’t blame us at all.”
Who killed the gulf shore,
Why an’ what’s the reason for?
“Not me,” says chief officer,
Puffing on a big cigar.
“It’s hard to say, it’s hard to tell,
There’s always risk in in drilling wells.
It’s too bad for their wives an’ kids they’re dead,
But it was sudden, no time to be said.
It wasn’t me that made that call.
No, you can’t blame me at all.”
Who killed the gulf shore,
Why an’ what’s the reason for?
