Way back in the year of The sun was hotter And the oil was way it's peak When crazy Johnson broke into the refinery And the black gold started just like Boston tea
It was the of the riots And sat in sweltering heat And the gangs of Coopers Took the to the streets
But when the was handed down For no more trucks and no more They cans of petrol Through the windows of Scotland Yard and they
Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah Gasoline will be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
the mounties stormed the palace Of the family They held up for ransom Without their high tea
But their get was shaky They stalled in the Riyadh 'Cause you can't it very far When your is on empty
But the final can of gasoline was loaded on a And driven through the streets of to the palace aqueduct You see, all the majesty of That adorned these fatal halls Was just a for the angry As they up the Taj Mahal, and they yell
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, Gasoline will be free, be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
My friend, Gary ran a market way down in the farmers got together 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 a big vintage John Deere
Well, I had on my payroll Standing guard on my drive Snipers on my roof at those Who didn't want me
'Cause they audited my And my family under 'Cause I had a and a megaphone And I'll scream it to the death,
will 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 be free, will be free, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah,
You got the in Argentina Making fuel sugar cane You got the bastards of the Afraid of popping greed vain
'Cause the money's in the And pipeline's dry And be the last to recognize there's shit, there's always flies