Way back in the year of The sun was growing And the oil was way beyond peak When crazy Hector Johnson into the refinery And the black gold started flowing just like tea
It was the summer of the And London sat in heat And the of Mini Coopers the battle to the streets
But when the creed was down For no trucks and no more cars They cans of petrol Through the of Scotland Yard and they yell
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
the mounties stormed the palace Of the family held them up for ransom Without disturbing high tea
But their get away was stalled in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you make it very far When your tank is on
But the final can of gasoline was on a truck And driven through the of Agra to the palace aqueduct You see, all the of worship That adorned these fatal halls Was just a target for the As blew up the Taj Mahal, and they yell
Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a way down in Tennessee the farmers got together And about this great country But when the government turned it's back on Man, what I hear, is they the pumps out of the ground With a big John Deere
Well, I had soldiers on my Standing guard on my drive Snipers on my roof poised at Who want me alive
'Cause they my taxes And my family under 'Cause I had a message and a And I'll it to the death, yeah
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the farms in Making from sugar cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of popping greed vain
'Cause the money's in the And pipeline's dry And we'll be the last to Where there's shit, there's always