Fifty miles from the shore
Stood a rig upon the sea
And the oil there was rife
‘Til it blew to smithereens

Now the deep sea drilling’s done
And BP lost lots of green
Nothing lives beneath the waves
‘Cause the Gulf’s no longer clean

Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
Used to be pristine, now it’s just obscene
Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
A normal routine cannot be foreseen

And the oil flows and pours
Slim chance the coast can be restored
And BP begins to pay

Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
Oil can be seen nearing New Orleans
Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
Sad that the marine life is now unseen

{PR campaign Mr. Hayward, PR campaign
PR campaign it is McKay
Launch the advert, show the advert
Svanberg, Svanberg}

Yes they lived a life of ease
The executives had all they need
(All of them, had all they need)
‘Til their rig sunk from the scene
(“Til the rig sunk from the scene)
And their profits now are lean


Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
Used to be pristine, now it’s just obscene
Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
A normal routine cannot be foreseen

Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
Oil can be seen nearing New Orleans
Nothing lives where the Gulf’s no longer clean
Sad that the marine life is now unseen