Yankee go home

First I filabustered then I waggled my hands down low in the delta valley mountain top.
Ooh, yeah, the Mexican breezes. Ooh, yeah, the Antarctic freezes.
I got my hands down low in this permanent selection and the ice caps melt with the heat from many cowfarts and the bell won't ring but the siren sound is pleasing.
Ooh, yeah, the Atlantic ocean. Ooh, yeah, the lava in motion.
Wax lips did the trick again, and now I'm swimming up a fast river of hurt and the pants get shorter as the leaves get browner.
Ooh, yeah, the coyote in quicksand. Ooh, yeah, the Titanic sinks, and.