The Times They Are A-Frackin'
The times they are a-changinā in the CEE freeze,
Hormuz Strait sealed up like a tomb with no key.
Russian pipelines gone silent, not a whisper or a hum,
Bills stackinā like dead leaves when the cold wind comes.
Tony Marino rolls in with his iron and his plan,
Tenaz Varinia Radu sittinā thirty-X strong with Romanian hand,
Bedrockās been waitinā under the old Carpathian lineā
Economyās boot on the neck says ādig it or resign.ā
Ursula stands on the podium, halo turninā gray,
āFrackinā aināt righteous, boys, it ruins the green bouquet!ā
But the countdownās hummināāthree⦠two⦠oneā
Shaleās risinā like a freight train, laughinā at the sun.