Lyrics

SEP 3:49
© 2010 James E. Thomas, Jr.
Misty Owl Music (ASCAP)

On the bottom of the ocean is a big rubber plug;
People down there in a sub,
Looking for the plug.
Gonna pull out the stopper,
Let out the water,
That's the plan.

Better work fast a bass can't last,
Floppin' around on the ground.
A United Nation delegation,
Gonna take off the suits, put on the boots,
Pick up all the bottles and the cans.

Outboard motors, concrete blocks,
Shoes, socks, broken clocks,
Subway cars, old fruit jars
And candy bar wrappers.

Junk galore on the ocean floor...
Lots a crud, in the mud.
From Tennessee to Galilee,
Gonna pick up the debris from the sea.
Stack it up with the bottles and the cans.

There is a railroad trestle,
Built from here to there...
Runs from down in Florida,
Out past the Milky Way somewhere,
To a place in outer space,
Where it's dark and cold,
And there is nothing but a big black hole.

The S E P is a train gotta hundred thousand cars.
Fill the S E P with the junk from the sea,
Haul it all off to the galaxy.
Pull right up to the big black hole,
And chunk it in.

I don't ever want to see it again.
It's somebody else's problem.
What lies at the bottom of a big black hole,
Is somebody else's problem.

Don't you understand when it leaves my hand
It's somebody else's problem?
Don't you understand?
Don't you understand?

All I can't see at the bottom of the sea...
Is somebody else's problem.