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