Here come the big bulldozers, what humongous pests
They cut down youngster trees and make an environmental mess
How many forests they've destroyed is anybody's guess
If I had a rocket launcher, if I had a rocket launcher, if I had a rocket launcher
I'd make the drivers confess

When they cut down those poor trees, they're basically gone for good
To make more goddamn buildings, like their "contract" said they would
When I ask my friends and neighbors, they'd punch their lights out if they could
If I had a rocket launcher, if I had a rocket launcher, if I had a rocket launcher
Things'd be like they should

On Scott Road down in Surrey, the drivers are about to crash
They're flabbergasted by the big gap: "What a great natural gash"
The building could be a bank cause trees don't produce cash
If I had a rocket launcher, if I had a rocket launcher, if I had a rocket launcher
Their loud machines I would smash

Rainforests were really big, until more houses came along
Where will the animals live now, for the blues is their main song
The animals will die soon, and everyone know it's wrong
If I had a rocket launcher, if I had a rocket launcher, if I had a rocket launcher
They'd hear the final gong