Let's Get Fucked and Fornicate.

Our pretty little planet’s getting harder to inhabit,
Roughly seven billion people want to eat and fuck like rabbits,

Oh well oh well,
Oh well oh well,

And our rock is over heating and our ice caps are retreating,
And our chubby little munchkin protégés are overeating,

Oh well oh well,
Oh well oh well,

Well don’t you worry Hunny,
Call it Pot Luck, call it Fate,
Don’t you worry hunny
- Lets get Fucked and Fornicate.

Some foreign correspondent tells me half the world’s at war,
I take a look up from my daily and I take a look outdoors,

Oh well oh well,
Oh well oh well,

Terrorist insurgencies, a medical emergency,
Someone else has spotted Elvis in the town of Tennessee,

Oh well oh well,
Oh well oh well,

Oh don’t you worry Hunny,
Call it God’s Will, call it Fate,
Don’t you worry hunny
- Lets get Fucked and Fornicate.

We run around the sun at nearly nineteen miles a second,
That’s pretty close to sixty
Seven thousand miles and hour.
And in amongst this mess and chaos I can hear my bedroom beckon,
With my favourite type of liquor,
And your favourite type of flower.

So don’t you worry hunny,
Call it Pot Luck, call it fate,
No don’t you worry hunny
- Lets get fucked and fornicate.