So I guess we’re getting more parking

Yes, that’s what the tourists

want to see.

Another massive 6 story behemoth

They’ll come from all around, definitely.

And they’ll bulldoze the block where we gather,

Where we celebrate nature with our friends;

Trade our whole world for concrete, they’d rather.

Until nothing worthy’s left to defend

But of course, we need parking, I don’t deny,

And so what if pollution clogs the sky?

It’s business damnit on which our fortunes depend

Sure the climate might kill us, but we’ll be rich til then!

The market will move to a corner

It’ll cram itself into a hole

Like a tree stuffed into a tiny planter

Moved or destroyed if it sits on black gold

And so what if it ends up underwater?

They’ll build hulls underneath our gas guzzlers.

It’s business damnit on which our fortunes depend;

Sure the climate might kill us, but we’ll be rich til then!

Oh, yes, give me that parking

Gotta have it, gotta get it right away

Oh, yes yes I need that sweet parking

Gotta have it, gotta get it right away.