(Very slowly)
While boating on the gulf one day
What to my surprise
The Deep Water Horizon
Blew up before my eyes
The workers tried to leave the rig
And some were screaming in pain, BP
Sadly there’s eleven coffins for those that did remain
BP, BP, why do they blame BP?

(Slowly)
The oil gushed out of the well
The “failsafe” didn’t work
Tony Hayward thought it would
He said so with a smirk
“Perhaps Transocean should take more care
When they put together a rig” BP
But oil keeps on spilling and the gulf smells like a pig
BP, BP, why do they blame BP?

(Normal speed)
Now the oil is starting to spread
It’s making quite a mess
And how the hell to stop it
Is really anyone’s guess
The fish and birds are dying
They wash up covered in goo
Too bad the corporate brain trust had no idea what to do
BP, BP, why do they blame BP?

(Quickly)
Let’s try a new relief well
The geniuses did say
Besides the leak is not that bad
Just a million gallons a day
Hayward wants his life back
Shrimp and clam men are living in hell
Is there anyone in this whole world who can cap an oil well?
BP, BP, why do they blame BP?

(Very quickly)
Now they’re using skimmers
To clean up some of the crap
The big shots point their fingers
But none are taking the rap
The beaches all are empty, in the restaurants nary a soul
Please God isn’t there anyone who can plug this f____ing hole!