Way in the year of 2017 The sun was hotter And the oil was way beyond it's When crazy Hector broke into the refinery And the black gold started just like Boston tea
It was the summer of the And sat in sweltering heat And the of Mini Coopers Took the to the streets
But when the was handed down For no more trucks and no cars threw cans of petrol Through the of Scotland Yard and they yell
Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
the mounties stormed the palace Of the Saudi They them up for ransom disturbing their high tea
But get away was shaky They stalled in the Riyadh 'Cause you can't it very far When tank is on empty
But the can of gasoline was loaded on a truck And through the streets of Agra to the palace aqueduct You see, all the of worship That adorned these fatal halls Was just a for the angry As they up the Taj Mahal, and they yell
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a market way in Tennessee the farmers got together And about this great country But when the turned it's back on farming Man, I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the ground a big vintage John Deere
Well, I had soldiers on my Standing guard on my drive Snipers on my roof at those Who didn't want me
'Cause audited my taxes And my family under I had a message and a megaphone And I'll it to the death, yeah
will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the in Argentina Making fuel from cane You got the bastards of the Afraid of that greed vain
'Cause the in the pipeline And running dry And we'll be the to recognize Where there's shit, there's flies