Global Warming Ain’t No Thing

sung to the tune of "Money for Nothing", by the Dire Straits

I want my S-U-V...

Now look at them tycoons, that’s the way you do it
You rule the freeway in your SUV
They ain’t walkin,’ no public transportation
When money ain’t no thing, you go in luxury
Now I’m workin,’ I gotta get what they got
Lemme tell ya, Smart Cars are dumb
When you give some SOB the finger
It ain’t no good if you’re Tom Thumb

I gotta put in overtime hours
Bring home lotsa groceries
Put prime rib in the refrigerator
Get a giant flat-screen plasma tv

See the little pussy on the bike with the trailer
Wants to be a hero, he's gonna save the air
That little pussy, he got his own bike lane
That little pussy got no carfare

I gotta put in overtime hours
Bring home the groceries
Put prime rib in the refrigerator
Get a giant flat-screen plasma tv

I shoulda learned to play the stock market
I shoulda learned to trade currency
Look at that mama, she’s got a shiny black Carrera
Oh man, I gotta get one
And him up there, who’s that? In the Hummer on his cell phone?
Talkin’ to his broker ‘bout commodities
He ain’t walkin, no waitin’ at the station
He’s up there ridin’ like a VIP

I gotta put in overtime hours
Earn some extra cash on my knees
Get a Sub-Zero refigerator
Giant flat-screen plasma tv

I’m not walkin’, that ain’t how you do it
You got to get yourself an SUV
I ain’t takin’ no public transportation
I don’t want those losers close to me
That ain’t no way to go VIP
When money ain’t no thing, you go in luxury

…I want my S-U-V