We gotta get out of this.....

(with apologies to the Animals and their song...)

VERSE ONE:

In this chilly old month at this place...

(Highest temp today.)

Where the septic system refuses to work...

(Ack, the manhole that hides all...)

Breaker tells me there ain't no use in trying...

(See the recalcitrant devil, fourth from the left)

And one thing I know is true....

(Uh-oh.)

I really don't want to mess with this stuff....



(Yuck-o!)


CHORUS:

We gotta get out of this month...

(snow, snow, everywhere.)

If it's the last thing that we do...

(Gigantic piles of it.)

'Cause I'm sure there's a better life...

(The last blooms of the Christmas cactus.)

For me and you....


VERSE TWO:

In this dirty old part of this place...

(Volcanic ash on my pretty little truck.)

Where Redoubt sends ash my way...

(oh, ugh, ick.)

People tell me there ain't no use in trying....

(Sticky, icky, coarse and gritty.)

To keep things clean and pretty...

And one thing I know is true...

I'm gonna die before my time is due...

CHORUS:

We gotta get out of this place...

If it's the last thing we ever do....

Pablo knows there's a better life....

For me and you.....

Oh, baby.....
(lullabye, and goodnight..... this is what a sleepy parrot looks like.)