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Phooey to Tree Huggers

By Elton Camp

Folks tell me how they like my new Bentley
It gets eleven miles per gallon, incidentally 

Such a low rating is absolutely fine with me
Because I am a filthy rich so-and-so, you see

If gas goes to ten dollars a gallon, I don’t care
I have so much money it won’t make me swear

On the environment my car may really be rough
But my response to that is, “Well ain’t that tough.”

It has to be in extreme luxury and safety that I ride
And those whining environmentalists I can’t abide

Ride around in your tacky little hybrid if you will
For one rich as me, my Bentley exactly fills the bill

Don’t expect me to buy some tacky electric car
For I fear an extension cord won’t reach that far

We might run out of gasoline, is what you say?
What a laugh.  We’ll never come to see that day

So please get your crummy Prius out of my way
As I’m planning on enjoying a fast drive today

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