Environmental Parodies

Listen to or read the lyrics from our environmental parodies that we or others have recorded or are working on, or search parody in the search box at the bottom of every page, For more environmental parodies of hit songs, click on the parody tag in the tag cloud in the left column. --------------------------------------- Here are some new words to old tunes that have not been recorded yet: WITH ONLY SUNSHINE Tune: You Are My Sunshine Words: Nancy Schimmel With only sunshine, with only sunshine We could run our house, and so could you, Unless we try it, unless we buy it, We’ll never know what sunshine could do. With only sunshine, with only sunshine Our power wouldn’t have to roam, We wouldn’t waste it, in distribution, We’d have our power right at home. With only sunshine, with only sunshine We wouldn’t melt the polar ice Or flood the lowlands to light Las Vegas, Time to think about the price. (Repeat first verse) --------------------------------------- LITTLE BOXES To the tune of “Little Boxes” by Malvina Reynolds Little boxes in the back yard With Elmer's glue to make them sticky-tacky Then you line them all smoothly with aluminum foil, With a window in the top made of Glass or a turkey-roasting bag, You can cook without gas or electricity or oil. And the cardboard that you cut out To make the window opening You can bend up to reflect in more rays from the sun When the rays hit the black cooking pot They turn into heat energy Slowly cooking, never burning till your dinner is done. Little boxes, little solar cookers Keep your house cool in the summertime So your fan or air conditioner doesn’t have to work so hard And your dinner cooks but you don’t All courtesy of solar energy And we won’t warm the whole globe, just the boxes in the yard. Nancy Schimmel Written after making a solar cooker in a workshop at the Berkeley Ecology Center and then cooking applesauce in it. Zowie! It works! Instructions on making a solar cooker out of a pizza box. Off-line info from Solar Cookers International 1919 21st St., Suite 101 Sacramento, CA 95814 USA --------------------------------------- PLEASE FENCE THEM IN Intro: Shiny pebbles are the salmon’s dream, She doesn’t lay her eges in muck, So when the cattle come and muddy up the stream Fishermen are out of luck If you run cows, lots of cows under starry skies above, Please fence them in, Take some pride in the wide open country that you love, Please fence them in They are already warming the evening breeze, Please don't let them trample sapling cottonwood trees, Can’t you hear the salmon beg on bended knees, Please fence them in. Don’t turn them loose with the cactus cause the fact is they destroy the desert land, It’s no excuse that we’re gaga ’bout the saga of the crusty old cow-hand. About your great self reliance we’re fantasizing, Dreaming ’bout John Wayne instead of realizing You are the guys that we are subsidizing, Please fence them in. Tune: “Don’t Fence Me In” by Cole Porter New words by Nancy Schimmel --------------------------------------- SWIMMING DOWN TO BAJA Words by Nancy Schimmel To the tune of “Wabash Cannonball” The mother whales are singing Way underneath the sea Swimming down to Baja To their whalish nursery You can see their mighty spouting From the hills along the shore But they almost didn’t get to go To Baja anymore. They’re swimming down to Baja, They do it every year They need a place where they can raise Their babies without fear But Mitsubishi wanted To build a factory there And dike the sea for salt ponds, And they thought we wouldn’t care. But from every clime and country From people old and young Came letters, cards and pictures, In every form and tongue They said “Don’t build your factory In the nursery of the whale, Or your sleep it will be troubled And your enterprise will fail.” Well, Mitsubishi listened And Mitsubishi caved The peope wrote the letters And the nursery was saved The mother whales are singing Way underneath the sea Swimming down to Baja To their whalish nursery --------------------------------------- CO2 To the tune of “Three Blind Mice” New words by Nancy Schimmel CO2, CO2 We breathe it out, plants breathe it in, They store the carbon as food and then Breathe out the leftover oxygen We put it together with food again And make CO2 --------------------------------------- EAT AN APPLE EVERY DAY New words by Nancy Schimmel Tune: Take good care of yourself, you belong to me Diversity, It’s a survival skill, If this won’t grow, that will, Don’t put all your eggs into one basket, they say Give differentness a try It’s American as apple pie: Eat an apple every day, of a different hue Take good care of the earth, it belongs to you. Choose a braeburn or a rome, try variety, Take good care of the earth, it belongs to me! Just try a different kind, oo-oo, You will find, oo-oo You don’t mind, oo-oo You’ll say OK and so will your tum-tum Cook some fuji applesauce, it’s an A-plus-plus, Take good care of the earth, it belongs to us. Use the food that grows nearby, when you make a stew, Take good care of the earth, it belongs to you. If you can’t find what you want, change the recipe, Take good care of the earth, it belongs to me. So try a different treat, oo-oo When you eat, oo-oo Don’t eat meat, oo-oo You’ll get a pain and ruin your tum-tum, Let a new dish wander down your esophagus, Take good care of the earth, it belongs to us. New words by Nancy Schimmel. (“Don’t eat meat, You’ll get a pain and ruin your tum-tum” is in the original! “Button Up Your Overcoat”by B. G. DeSylva, Lew Brown and Ray Henderson) --------------------------------------- H2O To the tune of “White Coral Bells” New words by Nancy Schimmel Water comes down as rain or sleet or snow, Creeks run down the mountains to the plains below. Water rolls on in rivers to the sea, There the sunshine lifts it up and sets it free. Up to the skies, the water vapors rise Single molecules all hidden to our eyes. When they get cold, they huddle into drops, Making clouds and so the cycle never stops. --------------------------------------- ACID FROM HEAVEN New words by Nancy Schimmel To the tune of Pennies from Heaven Every time it rains, it rains acid from heaven. Don’t you know each cloud contains acid from heaven, And when the fish are dying all over town, You know your country’s values are upside-down. If you want a future full of forests and flowers, Don’t you know we must curtail corporate powers, So when you hear it thunder, don’t run under a tree, Just take to the streets and protest with me. --------------------------------------- THE CREEK’S WORK SONG Words by Nancy Schimmel To the tune of “Wabash Cannonball” I’m a ditch digger, I am a trucker too, I run a nursery for the fish and bring a drink to you, I’m a mover and shaker in my watershed, I’m busy every minute but I mostly stay in bed. I tumble down a hillside, then a whirlpool makes me dance, I scour down to bedrock whenever I get the chance And what I scour away, I carry with me in my flow Till I drop it in the valley where I’m running kinda slow. Chorus My floods are what you notice, but I’m working every day Constructing marsh and meadow out of sand and clay, I meander through the rushes till an earthquake tilts the land, And it’s pick up time again for that same old clay and sand. I water th’ willows on my banks, they hold my banks in place And where I’m pent up by a dam, I’m ready for a race. I’ve got boulders on my shoulders and pebbles on my bars And where my pools are deep and still, I’m a mirror for the stars. ---------------------------------------
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