Phooey To Tree Huggers

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