Music by Ray Colcord
Lyrics by Lorraine Feather

(for “Dinosaurs”)

(Note: Sung by the dinosaurs who work as tree-pushers for the WeSaySo Corporation)

Dinosaurs: We're poor slobs with terrible jobs
Boy we're living crummy lives
An hour to crunch on a wriggly lunch
Courtesy of our scaly wives
Poor slobs
Terrible jobs

We're poor slobs with terrible jobs
Pushing down a million trees
We're scared to quit, and on top of it
When the climate changes we'll all freeze
Poor slobs
Terrible jobs
ROY: I could have been a marine biologist
Made friends with all of the fishies somehow
Or maybe even an ornithologist
(Other Dinos: A what?)
And studied the birds we're evicting now
Poor slobs
Terrible jobs

We're poor slobs with terrible jobs
Push 'em and they fall
What'll we do when the work is through
And there aren't any trees at all
Poor slobs
Terrible jobs

EARL: Sometimes I wonder if it's advisable
To level off the forest floor
This swamp will hardly be recognizable
We’ve got so many malls
Do we need one more

We're poor slobs with terrible jobs
Someone tell us please
Is it too late to change our fate
To reverse our destinies

Poor slobs
Terrible jobs
Terrible, terrible, terrible, terrible
We're just poor slobs