Petrol Gang

Please Mr. President, say it isn’t soAnd I have a buck till I’m on duct ten rowPlease Mr. President, say it isn’t soI don’t wanna, pay $10.00 for gasI got nowhere to go… I talk to Mr. GettyI talk to TexacoI talk to Standard OilThey say they got plenty to go..ohPlease Mr. President, say it isn’t soI don’t have to sell my Cadillac that I just paid forI just paid for… Play it faster StuBit behind there..dearAbout two miles (pause) behind mePlease Mr. President, say it isn’t soI don’t have to sell my Cadillac that I just paid for I talk to Mr. GettyAnd I talk to Standard OilThey say they got plentyBut they ain’t gonna part for no more Please Mr. Getty, I’m from Standard OilI’m down in Houston, where they got it all storedI phone the coaster, the funk, and all the guardWe don’t need none of thoseWe don’t need any of that Arab stuff Aw, please Mr. President, say it isn’t soI don’t have to sell my Cadillac, I just paid for My friend says the trouble is this country’s too Goddamn bigMaybe we should pull it in from the ages a bitMaybe that way we’ll have so far to go I called Mr. Getty, I even called-up Texaco, TexacoThey got plenty left, they got, plenty to goHey Mr. President, say it isn’t soAw, Mr. President, say it isn’t so Why do I have to sell my Cadillac I just paid for, I just paidfor…