Science can’t explain it.
No containment cap can contain it.
Like an oil spill, baby.
Like an oil spill, baby.
My love is like an oil spill;
It’s ugly, it’s dirty and it’s starting to spread.
My love is like an oil spill;
Your wildlife is hurting and your oceans are dead.
It’s worth more if you keep it.
It’s worthless if you dump it,
But if somebody spills it,
You should bring your rig and pump it.
Like an oil-spill;
It’s rushing and gushing and it’s leaving a slick.
My love is like an oil spill;
It’s oozing and sploozing and it’s too deep for your dipstick.
It’s priceless and it’s rare.
You can’t find that kind of love by drilling any guy, anywhere.
It’s unrefined but if you’re up for the challenge,
It’s the kind of love you can guzzle by the gallon.
Exxon, BP, Shell, Valero,
All wish they could get a share of,
This love colossal. It ain’t no fossil.
Drilling down derricks on a double-dare, yo.
Send electric cars packing.
Screw the EPA’s backing.
If supplies run low, then girl you know,
We can always vote on fracking.
