Rigging It Up, Duncannon

My name's Duncannon and I used to deal

As a radar rigger on the Forties field

But in my face you'll see the scar

Of the petrodollar and the German car

Oh, no no, rigging it up Duncannon

Oh, no no, rigging it up tonight

Worked on a pipeline pumping crude

And lived with the shiftwork, gales and food

But the greatest danger, near or far

Were the boardroom barons with a German car

Oh, no no, rigging it up Duncannon

Oh, no no, rigging it up tonight

They'd save on safety maintenance

They were mean and underhand

They'd maximize their bottom lines

In shelter on the land

It was 0300 on the brig

When the nightmare happened on our sister rig

I can see the fireball in my dreams

As the dot disappeared from the radar screens

Oh, no no, rigging it up Duncannon

Oh, no no, rigging it up tonight

They sent for their insurance men

They sent for Red Adair

They sent the rescue services

To the rig that wasn't there

You whizzkid cowboys of the range

As you make your killing on the Stock Exchange

Remember the men you pressed too far

For the petrodollar and a German car

Oh, no no, rigging it up Duncannon

Oh, no no, rigging it up tonight