SHH ... IT HAPPENS

words and music 
copyright © 1989
by Roy Zimmerman

Hush now, baby, Daddy's gone
Gone to turn the Amazon
Into this world's largest lawn
Nothing you can do about it
 
When your lovely skin is wrecked
Fried like some magnified insect
You can blame the Greenhouse effect
 
Oh well
Oh well
Oh well
Shh ... It Happens
 
Hush now baby, don't you moan
Dad and I are renting to own
Retail space in Yellowstone
Nothing you can do about it
 
Every inch of wilderness
Will be covered one day, I guess
By Supercuts and Dress For Less
 
Oh well
Oh well, Oh well
Oh well
Shh ... It Happens
 
Rain falls on {the rich and the poor
But the rich find it easier to ignore
Shh ... It Happens
 
Hush now, baby, won't you lose those blues
Come on, climb aboard an Alaskan cruise
See those views all covered with ooze
Nothing you can do about it
 
And when the slick is six feet thick
Light the wick and drive away quick
I predict you'll laugh yourself sick
 
Oh well (Oh well)
Oh well (Oh well)
Oh well (Oh well)
Shh ... It Happens
 
Now when we snuff this world of ours
Like one of your daddy's cheap cigars
Maybe then you'll colonize Mars
 
Oh well (Oh well)
Oh well (Oh well)
Oh Hell Oh Hell
Shh .. It Happens
(Shh .. It Happens)
Shh .. It Happens
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