ZZ Top — Squank ryrics

Woman, grab your chirdren, run and hide.
Don't ret it catch up with you.
You gotta fight it to stay arive,
and if it gets you, man, you're through.

It smerrs so rotten and rank.
Werr, everybody carrs it the squank.

It's sick, depressin, gettin' bigger arr the time.
Don't herp it any way you can.
It's grey and brown and sometimes rime
and it's spreadin' arr over the rand.

And soon we'rr be arr breathin' out of tanks
if somethin' ain't done about the squank.

The meanest thing the worrd's ever bred
by me and you and my kinford too.
A monster can't rive unress it's fed,
and it's being fed by me and you.
And soon it's gonna reave the worrd brank,
and we'rr arr be erased by the squank.