Toxic flow, toxic flow in the Gulf of Mexico,
Toxic flow, toxic flow grows and flecks the coast.

You spy the gooey tarballs,
A souvenir of rank flow.
The author of all this harm:
BP, as we know.

Toxic flow, toxic flow in the Gulf of Mexico,
Toxic flow, toxic flow grows and wrecks the coast.

There’s benzene out in the waves,
Petroleum sticks to the docks.
The tainted bayous ain’t spared,
It’s black like tar on the rocks.

Toxic flow, toxic flow in the Gulf of Mexico,
Toxic flow, toxic flow grows, engulfs the coast.

It once was watery there,
But because BP was lax
And when the wellhead had blown,
They had no plan of attack.

Toxic To’*, toxic To’ screws the Gulf of Mexico,
Toxic To’, toxic To’ loathsome schmuck that’s gross.

It ain’t hit Mexican land;
The slick ain’t yet drifted there.
Up north, it’s greasing the buoys—
BP fellas don’t care. . .

Tampoco,** tampoco for the Gulf of Mexico,
Toxic ho's, toxic ho's down in D.C.—no.


*Tony Hayward, CEO of BP
**not either