Capaldi Whale meat again under the sun Every twelve minutes and another one's gone His meat's in your make-up, his flesh is on your lips As a nuclear warhead explodes in his hips. Scientists are saying: 'Now we've got to do something soon' But sitting around talking about it ain't gonna stop that harpoon Oh, whale meat again, when will it end? Not 'til everything is dead, alright. Woman's in labour, she screams at the sky Somebody take this pain away, I'm gonna lay here and die The doctor rushes in, puts a needle in her skin And says: 'Oh, come on now, you really must try'. If you go slowly, then you won't be lonely But everybody keeps on rushing around It's bringing me down, hey. Mr. Politician, can't you see? You're gonna kill everything including you and me So while you're talking in your expensive clothes I think somebody's going to shove something up your nose. The whale boats are sailing, tonight they'll be whaling Oh, there gonna be frying tonight. Oh, beauty, all the love Oh, God, if you're really up above Do something now Oh, do something now ...