Parody of “Paper Worlds”, words and music by
Talis Kimberley
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Parody lyrics ©2022-01-31 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
It isn’t just spoons
Which I hope you’ll start reusing soon
Like the chantey says we should
Let stainless steel shine.
It isn’t just spoons.
And it isn’t just tines
Though I don’t see what one spork won’t do
That two whole utensils could.
Our beaches are strewn,
It isn’t just tines.
You may like convenience here and now
To discard as much as laws allow
What you leave behind can’t make you proud.
| Chorus: |
There are paper plates, but maybe fish Just might taste as good from a different dish: One ceramic plate you can wash and drain And use it again and again and again |
There are paper plates you hold so dear
Or the ones you wash til the rinse runs clear
Those paper plates, that stir-fry bowl
Don’t decompose in that deep dark hole
that deep dark (landfill)
hole, that deep dark (landfill)
hole
And it wasn’t just you
who filled our neighborhood dumpster with
the paper you go through
I know
it wasn’t just you
But if you don’t mind
Some suds in tiny quantities,
Let’s conserve like Talis!
Squeezed through a sponge
If you don’t mind.
You may like convenience here and now
To discard as much as laws allow
What you leave behind can’t make you proud.
| Chorus: |
There are paper plates, but maybe fish Just might taste as good from a different dish: One ceramic plate you can wash and drain And use it again and again and again |
There are paper plates you hold so dear
Or the ones you wash til the rinse runs clear
These paper plates, that stir-fry bowl
Don’t decompose in that deep dark hole
that deep dark (landfill)
hole, that deep dark (landfill)
hole
There are paper cups to take away
You always use in the damn café
Though rivers choke, though forests fall,
Though fires burn and cyclones squall.
There are paper cups that won’t rot or mold
Til winter’s warm and spring is cold
Just wash one out, then fill it up.
It’ll taste the same in a different cup!
There are paper bowls from a tree that dies
So a marsh can shrink and a hill can rise.
Just pay for one that you retain
Again and again and again.
These paper plates you’ll hold so dear
Til the end is near.
Paper milled from wood with coal
Goes down a hole.
It isn’t just you.
And yeah
it’s often been me
Who keeps using paper cups!
Paper bowls!
Paper plates.