Way back in the year of The sun was hotter And the oil was way beyond it's When crazy Hector Johnson into the refinery And the black started flowing just like Boston tea
It was the summer of the And London sat in sweltering And the gangs of Coopers Took the to the streets
But the creed was handed down For no more trucks and no more threw cans of petrol Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
When the mounties the palace Of the Saudi They held them up for Without their high tea
But get away was shaky stalled in the Riyadh streets 'Cause you make it very far When tank is on empty
But the can of gasoline was loaded on a truck And driven through the streets of Agra to the palace You see, all the of worship That once these fatal halls Was just a target for the As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
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My friend, Gary ran a way down in Tennessee Where the got together And talked about this great But the government turned it's back on farming Man, what I hear, is they the pumps out of the ground With a big vintage John
Well, I had on my payroll Standing guard on my drive on my roof poised at those Who didn't want me
'Cause audited my taxes And my family threat '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
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You got the in Argentina fuel from sugar cane You got the bastards of the Afraid of popping that vain
'Cause the in the pipeline And pipeline's dry And we'll be the last to Where there's shit, always flies