| Whale meat again under the sun |
| Every twelve minutes and another one’s gone |
| His meat’s in your make-up, his flesh is on your lips |
| As a nuclear warhead explodes in his hips. |
| Scientists are saying: 'Now we’ve got to do something soon' |
| But sitting around talking about it ain’t gonna stop that harpoon |
| Oh, whale meat again, when will it end? |
| Not 'til everything is dead, alright. |
| Woman’s in labour, she screams at the sky |
| Somebody take this pain away, I’m gonna lay here and die |
| The doctor rushes in, puts a needle in her skin |
| And says: 'Oh, come on now, you really must try'. |
| If you go slowly, then you won’t be lonely |
| But everybody keeps on rushing around |
| It’s bringing me down, hey. |
| Mr. Politician, can’t you see? |
| You’re gonna kill everything including you and me So while you’re talking in your expensive clothes |
| I think somebody’s going to shove something up your nose. |
| The whale boats are sailing, tonight they’ll be whaling |
| Oh, there gonna be frying tonight. |
| Oh, beauty, all the love |
| Oh, God, if you’re really up above |
| Do something now |
| Oh, do something now |