In the heart of Bedrock, under prehistoric skies,
Fred Flintstone’s the Poobah, but he’s in for a surprise.
He struts through the Lodge with his club held high,
Boasting, “Only I can keep the peace—just watch me try!
I can end this Day 1—just give me a try!”
The Buffalo hats gather, world leaders in disguise,
Watching Fred fumble as he spins his latest lies.
“Gazoo was my buddy, we shared dino stew,
But now he’s gone crazy—what’s a Poobah to do?”
Chorus:
Hear the Water Buffaloes’ horn,
A warning when things go wrong—
“Aaaaah-ooooh-gaah!”
Aaaaah-ooooh-gaah!
Wilma walks in, Bedrock’s queen of the scene,
Her stone-age centerfolds grace every stone magazine.
Even mammoths blush when Wilma’s around,
While Fred stands beside her, the joke of the town.
The Lodge roars with laughter, Fred’s face turning from orange to red,
Gazoo floats by, with a sly little grin,
“Careful, Fred, your makeup’s melting again!
Maybe try dino clay—Wilma’s pure stone beautiful, your orange face is fake!
We all want to see her nude, but you? You’re one ugly dude!”
The Great Gazoo floats in, with a mischievous grin,
“Blame me for the chaos, but Fred let me in!”
Once partners in Bedrock, now rivals for the news,
Fred wails, “Give me one day—just one!—and I’ll fix this mess for you!”
The Lodge shakes their heads, they’ve seen this before,
Fred caves on each deal, then demands even more.
“I alone can fix it!” Fred shouts to the crowd,
But the Buffaloes just chuckle, not fooled by his sound.
Gazoo drops his lines on Bedrock TV,
Fred tweets and he blusters, “It’s all up to me!”
“I’m the Grand Poobah, the world’s in my hands!”
He poses for pictures, ignores their demands.
The Lodge rolls their eyes at each hollow decree,
While Bedrock’s foundations crack visibly.
The world watches on as Fred fumbles and spins,
Old friendships unravel, new chaos begins.
“Gazoo’s gone crazy, he’s lost his old charm,
Maybe a bronto bone? Did his brain some harm!”
The Buffaloes whisper, “We need a new plan,
Our Poobah’s a punchline, not much of a man.”
“Dum Dum, you never learn,” Gazoo says with a wink,
“While you chase your own tail, I’m gone in a blink.”
But Fred keeps on caving, afraid to offend,
While Gazoo grows bolder, and Bedrock’s at loose end.
In the heart of Bedrock, the lesson is clear,
When leaders are laughingstocks, the world lives in fear.
So raise up your voices, let courage be found—
Or Bedrock, our world, will crumble to the ground.
Final Chorus:
Hear the Water Buffaloes’ horn,
A warning when things go wrong—
“Aaaaah-ooooh-gaah!”
Aaaaah-ooooh-gaah!
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