Way back in the year of The sun was growing And the oil was way beyond it's When crazy Hector broke into the refinery And the gold started flowing just like Boston tea
It was the summer of the And London sat in sweltering And the gangs of Coopers the battle to the streets
But when the creed was handed For no more trucks and no more They cans of petrol the windows of Scotland Yard and they yell
Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah,
When the mounties stormed the Of the family They held up for ransom Without their high tea
But their get was shaky They stalled in the streets you can't make it very far When tank is on empty
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 once adorned these halls Was just a target for the As they blew up the Taj Mahal, and they
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a market way in Tennessee Where the farmers got And talked this great country But the government turned it's back on farming Man, I hear, is they dragged the pumps out of the ground With a big vintage Deere
Well, I had on my payroll Standing guard on my front Snipers on my roof poised at Who didn't want me
'Cause they my taxes And my under threat 'Cause I had a and a megaphone And I'll scream it to the death,
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah will be free, will be free, yeah, 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 from sugar cane You got the of the Washington Afraid of that greed vain
'Cause the in the pipeline And running dry And we'll be the to recognize Where shit, there's always flies