People keep complainin'; a bunch of Chicken Littles. The clime's they are a-changin', afraid this chicken shit'll lead to our demise, so they hypothesize. As for me it's just more left-wing science lies. So, before another frosted nut hatch expires, perhaps you'll allow theses patriots to enquire... What's so bad about a beach in Boulder You never have to worry 'bout December gettin' colder Sittin' on the shore in our January tans Who needs Puerto Rico, the Keys, or Yucatán? Which, by the way, won't be there anymore They're a scuba diver's dream on a five-star ocean floor A little thicker sunscreen, a little wider hat What's so bad about that? What's so bad about the coast of Oklahoma? Walk along the boardwalk and savor the aroma From the whales down in Dallas or the lobsters in Milwaukee Eatin' long-horned Sushi in suckin' soybean Sake Polar bears and prairie dogs, the picture's truly splendid Livin' in tranquillity, the way the Lord intended So we smoke a little blubber while we chew the fat What's so bad about that? What's so bad about that? What's so bad about that? When you know you're right why worry 'bout the facts? What's so bad about that? What's so bad about the Appalachian islands, Or the Scottish Lowlands that used to be the Highlands? Sittin' in our Speedos, sippin' down some beer Zippin' in our speedboats round the Horn of Mount Rainier Time to quit your bitchin' and try to see the bright side Leave the left behind and come over to the right side Noah had to do it when he beached on Ararat So let's slip on some water-wings, flip-flops, and parrot hats Ruminate, rejuvenate, kick back and relax And have a sweet tea party in our brand new habitat What's so bad about that? Come on, baby, let the good times roll Come on, baby, let me through your soul, yeah Come on, baby, let the good times roll Roll all night long Come on, baby, yeah, this is real Come on, baby, show me how you feel, yeah Come on, baby, let the good times roll What's so bad about that?