So Noah built a boat, destroyer in his yard
The damn thing wouldn't float, not held in high regard
A few holes in the sheets, the crazy glue won't hold
The flood is in the streets, the water rises cold
CHORUS:
Fix it now, couples are coming
Fix it now, the city is flooding
They're paralyzed with fear, the deadly levels rise
They cannot look away, they say that builder's wise
They pray for a solution to raise that pile of steel
A sudden bolt of light frees the steering wheel
It moves by a few inches, but still it's not enough
The guy miscalculated, his luck is mighty rough
A sinking feeling hits in the neighborhood
We're going Noah now, the water sure tastes good